So with my GMAT a week away and essentially the rest of my life depending on this four hour time slot I'm unreasonably calm. I know I can do this math. I know I can. It's now just a matter of me carrying over this calm to the day of the test. In which case, I should be okay.
A lot of things are changing next week. My boss is leaving and I'll be introduced to a new director who will hopefully be articulate and even tempered. I feel badly because of the way I've been acting towards my present boss but, my tolerance for annoying clingy men has just about faded away completely. Right now I'm dealing with one too many and to be frank, I'm over it.
I'm focusing on getting out of dodge right now. Packing up the car and the dog and escaping for a little while. My dad said something really insightful the other day. We were out on the deck, smoking and he turned and said, "it's your time to get out of here, huh?". And don't get me wrong, my parents are brilliant people, but it's not often that my dad and I speak this way. He's very much reigning emperor of giving you a solution without hearing the problem.
I'm on a train now, heading to work, wishing I had just taken the day off to roll around with the dog but I've gotten this ridiculous guilt feeling lately about that. I don't want to leave my boss alone nor do I want any of the attorneys to think I'm slacking while we're in transition. Weird.
The whole reason I wrote this was because my hands and feet were cold but then when I got into the train it was like the power surged on and they got all tingly and warm. My feet though- still freezing.
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