In a weird way, it's been like a second home. The hotel staff got to know me pretty well, and they tended to give me the same room with a couple of exceptions, so it became familiar. Familiar enough that I got to know its ideosyncrsacies, like the place in the shower where the floor creaks, and the tippy refrigerator, and how to hook the headboard back on when I accidentally kick it off while watching TV.
So in a way it was sad, because I know I won't be back for a long time, if ever.
And then there's the fact that I'm pretty much useless at work. I'm pretty much just jobsurfing and hanging out on LJ, because it is useless for me to start on a new project. And I'm not exactly motivated to dig in. Getting my contract cut short feels insulting. I understand it from a business POV, but you know I went above and beyond the call to finish this project and do it right. I would have appreciated a little more than a few days notice.
Of course, I could have seen it coming. Arr matey.
I'm sad and tired, and emotonally drained. Three big slams this week (friend Teresa was hit by a car), and I really want a nice ol' vacation. I need to do some major career planning and some doing of things to get my life back.
I wish I could have a year to change all the things that I want to change. Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of time. I know I'm in the same boat as a lot of others, but it is all about me today.
Cleaned out my cube today. I'm leaving a few things like the fan that I use everyday, but for the most part everything is gone.
I feel like a ghost.
