Have you ever found that when you're leaving a job you just can't find a shred of motivation to get your job done? I am suffering from this in a major way. And it's bad. Because in reality, I don't actually want to screw over these nice people who have agreed to give me money every two weeks. On the other hand, I don't want to do the friggin' job anymore. That's why I went and found another one.
Hey, I like the people. I'm going to miss them, but this pile of magazines to my right, I am not going to miss. If I never see another magazine in my life, I would die a happy woman. It's funny, the job that I absolutely hated as a child is what I've been paid to do for the last two years. You know what I'm talking about, dealing with the newspapers and all those magazines that your parents didn't want to touch after they'd read them. Ugh. I so hated it. And when I was promoted to my current job, I found that it would be one of my major duties. Sometimes I think that Karma or God or whatever force it is that does things like that, is really doing these things to us to get a good laugh. Luckily, after Friday this will not be my problem.
Unluckily, it is my problem right now. And I'm looking at this stack of magazines -- probably about sixty -- thinking, what do I care? Why should I waste three hours of my life dealing with these things?
To be a responsible and respectable human being, I really should do them. And in all reality, I'm sure that as soon as I finish typing here, I will start to deal with them. But for now, I'm having a moment.
