magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I went into the Jack Morton office this afternoon to retrieve some files from my computer there. While I may not have technically quit or been fired (or terminated my freelance agreement or whatever), I did feel uneasy about going in while people were around and so wanted to do it at night or on a weekend.

Thankfully, the place was empty today. It was enough to deal with the fact that my computer was set up on a tiny little table next to a pile of obsolete equipment by the windows. That all the stuff from my desk had been haphazardly tossed into a couple of boxes which had in turn been haphazardly tossed into the back room. To have to answer question or ask questions or put on an everything is okay face or confront the powers that be would have been too much.

It was a little like confronting the ends of a relationship. The fact that I had made another stab this past week at reassimilating the contents of the storage boxes that I retrieved last summer from Stef probably helped in setting that sort of connection up in my mind. I, in a sense, gave two years of my life to this company, and to them, it means next to nothing. If anything, this is all only strengthening my resolve not to work for them anymore, even if they do call with work that they want me to do.

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Afterwards, brunch with Chris at Kate's. Which will probably be the extent of my social interaction for the weekend.