Cosmic Oddity

Every time I go to the bathroom the same co-worker goes. This wouldn’t be as odd if I had a strict schedule…ya know, like those real regular people that take their coffee-shit at exactly 9:30am every morning. Nope, not me; my waste intake and output is as predictable as an episode of Arrested Development.

Seeing as today is officially my last day of work (despite the fact that I’ve been putting in no more than 3 hours a day since I trained my replacement), I must bid ado to my bathroom buddy, along with the rest of my co-workers -- there are about 4 left that don’t cause a pulsating vein to appear over my right eye.

Even though I’m thoroughly disgusted with this company and ecstatic to be moving on, I’ve been consumed with an overwhelming sense of depression [that those whom I love most have had to endure for the last month]. I feel like a battered wife that has been conditioned to associate pain with love. It’s difficult to end anything after 3+ years, good or bad…I guess.