Shorthand, the moving edition...

in my apartment
all boxes packed
furniture moved in odd locations
a table with its legs unscrewed
large open spaces and clear pathways to the back door created
moving pods delivered to my driveway (off the back door)
1:20 until my movers come to load those suckers up
3 days until I board an airplane
(oh shit that is soon)
said goodbye last night to the writers
managed to keep my cool in their presence
managed to weep like a fool in my apartment
I have been sitting on my sofa (while it is here for me to sit on) writing my answers to my exit interview
oh jeezus it was sort of crazy and lame
2 more days of hopping on the #80 bus to go to work
2 more days of ugly beige cubicle
2 more days of The Troll and her annoying singing and talking too loudly on the phone
2 more days of Office Land and Cubicle Land and Corporate America and then hello academia

and right now I am outta here...