I wanted to write something in March, just to say I had been here at least monthly. Yesterday was my last official work day, although I already had my office, computer and phone taken away, so I didn't go anywhere, just poked around on email, forwarding some last tasks to others. Today, meeting new people at my treeplanting activities with Friends of Trees, I found folks sympathetic, as everyone has been unemployed at some point. It is like being pregnant, inspiring complete strangers to tell their similar stories. Of course, I have to be careful not to milk it too much.
Tomorrow I plan to start a number of lists of things to do between now and whenever. I feel I might get a job too soon, before I have used this moment to assess what I really want. Already I feel the weight of the endless grind of the work week lifting, as I see that Sunday isn't the end of the weekend, just the beginning of a new week. My biggest fear is the loss of companionship from not seeing my office mates each day. I will have to find a way to have regular interaction with others. For the first time, I realize the purpose of coffee shops. I'm hoping there will be more words here.
