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We sold our first piece of furniture on Craigslist today. We've listed about a dozen things, so we have such a long way to go. It feels good to let things go, though. It seems impossible that all of this will fit into a moving truck. I'm already fretting about how to get the couch out of the apartment, since it's a massively heavy sleeper sofa and I don't see it fitting in the elevator. As if I didn't have enough to stress about now, I'm stressing out a couple steps ahead. Oy.
Unfortunately, I can't get too much more packing done until we get more bubble wrap. The stuff I ordered won't be here until Tuesday, so I can't pack the kitchen appliances or anything remotely breakable. Not to mention the game systems and DJ equipment. It's all just so much in my head. And I've moved like 7 times. It really doesn't get easier.
Okay, enough about packing. I'm boring myself just talking about boxes and bubble wrap. Damn you, Scotch corporation!
So it's kind of weird that, at work, I really only get asked about when I'm leaving and my last day. I guess because I don't have too many responsibilities anymore. The fact that it's my last month is really the main thing about me at this point. I don't mind people asking, but when that's all you talk about with people, it gets wearying. (Not that I want to talk about work, but any other topic -- weather, sports, gossip -- will do!)
It's a little like being a ghost there. I'm there, but I have so little work to do that it's like I'm not really an employee. I guess that's what happens when you have a long lead time before leaving. It's not like a two weeks notice type of thing. More like a long, slow fade out.
Unfortunately, I can't get too much more packing done until we get more bubble wrap. The stuff I ordered won't be here until Tuesday, so I can't pack the kitchen appliances or anything remotely breakable. Not to mention the game systems and DJ equipment. It's all just so much in my head. And I've moved like 7 times. It really doesn't get easier.
Okay, enough about packing. I'm boring myself just talking about boxes and bubble wrap. Damn you, Scotch corporation!
So it's kind of weird that, at work, I really only get asked about when I'm leaving and my last day. I guess because I don't have too many responsibilities anymore. The fact that it's my last month is really the main thing about me at this point. I don't mind people asking, but when that's all you talk about with people, it gets wearying. (Not that I want to talk about work, but any other topic -- weather, sports, gossip -- will do!)
It's a little like being a ghost there. I'm there, but I have so little work to do that it's like I'm not really an employee. I guess that's what happens when you have a long lead time before leaving. It's not like a two weeks notice type of thing. More like a long, slow fade out.