This week is one of the last weeks that I'm not working. One might call it a vacation of sorts. I've been sitting around my house doing whatever I want for months and now that seemingly endless expanse of free time is coming to a close and I have to start thinking of this time as a last meal of sorts. I have a few things planned, a birthday party for my dad and a short trip to Canada that hasn't been completely sorted out. So far I've been spending my time exactly as I have been for months, sitting around, walking my dogs, cooking and cleaning and that has to stop now.
I have officially gone from unemployed slacker to person watching clock run down before starting serious job. Unfortunately it is ridiculously hot so my plans are kind of, uhm, centered around avoiding heat stroke. I hate this feeling that I have time I'm not doing the most with and I know that will eat at me when I'm sitting in boring ass training for DAYS before I start boring job. I have a lot of things to pack in to the next two weeks and a lot of emotional preparation to do before starting this job.
In not so simple terms I have worked this job before and I know exactly what is expected of me. This is both good and bad. The good is that I know I can do the bad is that I don't really want to but I can, I just have to put my brain in a box. It's that kind of job. I'll work on my novel, or uhh, my manicure. It'll be fine. Better to be bored with pay than bored at home for nada.