The space where you were

Today's Earworm- I need to say goodbye - Vast

Second last day at $oldjob (still dithering on a Fri night drinks venue). Its going to be Hudsons at this rate.

Miserable weather. It's raining, but its the sort of warm clammy air where all your rain-weather gear is too hot and stifling. Running extra late, but I'll make that up with change over the next couple of days.

I've taken to carrying around a sketchpad, with a few markers. I've actually gotten some preliminary work done. If you don't respect your muse, and ignore it, your muse will take an extended vacation right when you're trying wrap up the first act and move on. And then the muse will only come back after *days* of brainstorming, cajoling, and watching better sci-fi.

Funny how I've gotten inspired amid impossible deadlines and the paperwork and running about that a job transition brings. I guess Benton didn't have to put away a month's worth of webstuff in two weeks. Could be escapist. Could be therapeutic. Could be a subconcious reassertion that I'm not really my job, because *that's* changing.

Until Friday night though... I think I've about a week's worth of work remaining and nothing is going to stop me today. Not my desk in the monkey house, not meerkat impressions by the boss-unit, bosses boss-unit and co-workers over the cube wall, not caffeine dependency/deprivation. Not that I'm broke til tomorrow and lunch is reconstituted 3 minutes noodles with a more interesting asian providence then usual.

More on the quitting situation tomorrow.... no dirt, just squishy emotional stuff.