Three final days at the current J.O.B. and I can't focus to save my life. Last night I was trying to fall asleep and it was as bad as Chrstimas eve. Part of my brain wants to wander down the path of the new job, except I don't want to count all my eggs before they're hatched. Part of me is trying to focus on a good farewell with this job, but it is only 3 more days after all. Part of me was trying the pipe dream of what it could be like to be pregnant, except I had just watched the pilot episode of Fringe and kept thinking I was preggers with a bizzare martian baby. Than I tried to not think at all and kept waking up in horrifying World of Warcraft scenarios where I was dying and couldn't find my body. What I wouldn't do to be a pill popper and be more adapted to the likes of Tylenol PM or something.
I was informed by some of my production supervisors that they were taking me out for drinks after work on Friday to celebrate my early parole. See ... I'm not the only one who compares the company to a prisonlike scenario! My bosses near exact words were: let's match your new wage, make you salary, cut 10% and revoke your benefits. Will you stay than? Because that's how our company likes to treat our employees! I think his words may of been a little sacharine laced, and they say I can be sarcastic.
