fast-forward

you’d think, during a four-day weekend, i could find some time to write. you’d think that! my last day of work was very strange. i don’t know how else to put it. i came in, like always, only this time with my big black backpack, and put my CDs and books in it, the only things i had really “decorated” my alcove with. then i stared blankly at the clock. 07:32. wow, this is going to be a long day. i finished compiling my notes for the new librarian, and exported all my outlook contacts and appointments for her so she wouldn’t be starting from scratch like i was, and so she’d know which lunch presentations were already on the calendar. i organized some more things on the refiling cart and tried to leave everything in some...