It's 4:00 on Thursday afternoon. In three hours, I'll walk out the door and when I come back, it'll be Monday morning at 8:30. 8:30 in the morning. Yeesh. And then I'll have to do that every day through Friday.
Putting aside (for just one moment) the trouble I'll have waking up every weekday for the rest of my life, there will be traffic and long lines at Dunkin Donuts. Then on the way home, there will be traffic again. And now that I'll be working regular hours, the gym will be filled with other people who work regular hours--instead of being completely empty as I'm used to.
The upsides sound really great right now but it's yet to be seen whether I'm right about that. I'll have off both Saturday and Sunday like normal people. (I have always kinda wondered how those normal people live. What's it like to go to a bar at, like, 8:00 p.m.--and not close the place?) I'll be able to get home at, like, 6:15 p.m. and have a full night to be able to get things done (or movies watched or clothes cleaned). And last but not least, I will be sitting over there (I'm pointing right now) with the normal-ish people.
No more will I have to hear the constant bleating of that infantile (though over 50) moron, nor that of his new equally (alarmingly) immature partner in crime. My god, they're perfect or each other. And they can have this side of the building all to themselves. Well, of course they'll have to share it with a few people.
They'll have to share with the kid on the other side of this wall whose obvious cocaine habit requires that he sniff loudly and clear his throat every minute or so. (I once saw him lean out of his driver's side door and vomit onto the parking lot.)
They'll have to share with angry foreigner--who seems as if he could blow up at any moment and who refuses to get a tighter grasp on the English language than the relatively loose one he's had since I met him.
They'll have to share with the little intern who could, 400 lb's of battering ram who's always trying to prove he's a man...and who doesn't seem to realize he's hopelessly in love with the girl who sits on the other side of his wall. Everyone else seems to realize it but mostly because it makes us nauseous.
Looking at things that way, the pros have to outweight the cons! I think I'll have a drink tonight to celebrate!
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