today was extraordinarily dull. weather- and life-wise. quietly oppressive. main thing on my mind these days is moving on, so i gathered up the man and child and keys to my former office building. we went in with reusable grocery bags and proceeded to remove all traces of me. (…)
i tried to rush my crew, but they wanted to dawdle. pictures were taken. last words said. drawing on the chalkboard. even shooting of video. and “mom, can i get some more pretzels?” i do NOT CARE, but let’s GO! (over and over in my head against a wall)
thinking about this day, my cloudy sunday morning and leaving my lovely office behind, i think i just started to hate them. who, you ask? my f-in unemployers!!!! office snatchers!
Nonfiction Woman 