|What my head should feel like|
But more than that, it's time to go. I've been there since early June, plus a few weeks in March to cover a disability leave, and even though last year's stint was longer, I'm really feeling it this time around.
I've been reminded -- more than once -- why I don't do this full time anymore, and the people, while nice for the most part, are now officially in my head more frequently than casual work acquaintances should be. I guess after 4 summers they've become "real" enough to do that, but honestly, one of the things I enjoy most about working from home is not being surrounded all the time. I like quiet, I like being drama-free, I like just not having all these extra stories circling around me. If I want stories, I'll make up my own.
If that makes me sound bitchy, that's not how I mean it. The inside of my brain feels like Times Square on New Year's Eve, and I need to get back to a place of quiet where I can hear myself think -- and get more work done.
When I said yesterday afternoon that I only had four more days left, one of the other secretaries said, "Don't jinx yourself. Maybe someone else will quit and they'll ask you to stay."
"There's one problem with that," I answered. "There's this little, two-letter word. No."
And I'm not afraid to use it.