Even though it’s a different song, people are fucking strange.
On multiple occasions, it seems that the universe has been trying to tell me that everything that’s happening is for the good. Me not keeping this job, hubby not keeping his job, phone calls, interviews, etc. Of course, I’m thick and I don’t always listen to (or even receive) subtle hints. Ok, I hear you loud and clear on this one, universe. I hear you.
See, last week I asked a coworker a very simple question as to whether or not she knew the date of an event to which she replied that she did not. My initial thought was that this person not knowing was a little odd, but whatever, I let it pass. I said nothing when she wanted to take some time off. I figured it was just to make the long weekend longer. Hey, go for it. I mean, pretty soon, you won’t have backup so take all the time off you can. The issue for me arises when I see someone else take off the same time that she did and that other person specified that she is attending the event I asked the first person about. Why lie about something so minor?!?! I don’t get it. Buuuuuuuuttttttt, *Scarface voice* THAT’S OK!!! Don’t even consider asking me for anything over the course of the next month. Bye, Felicia.
Now, I could be totally wrong about that last paragraph, but come one. There’s coincidences and there’s people thinking I can’t put two and two together to get four. Too funny that as I was writing this, she wanted to reach out to just chat. Naw, dawg. It’s a no from me. You get the same one word answers that others are getting these days.
I went back to check my packing schedule from when we moved from Florida out to Colorado. Seems like back then, I didn’t even start this crazy process until 12 days before we were set to leave. Looks like I’m ahead of schedule. Especially considering that this time there is so much less to pack. I feel like I could really get everything done in that last week, but at the same time, I can’t really see leaving it until then. I mean, what if there’s something awesome going on that week and I can’t go because I didn’t finish packing?!?! FOMO on whatever the last things I do here are. (Those things are NOT goodbye gatherings. I know I’ve said it before and folks who would try to make that happen likely aren’t reading this, but if you know them, tell them I said NO!) I guess the biggest decision is do we want to eat off of paper plates for a while, lol.
Sigh. Goals: 750 words. Not making it again. But let’s be real, another 250 words is just me rambling. Peace out.