Hmm Tim Hortons. . .T-24 hours. . .
Question and Answer Time With Me!
Question: Do I want to see what’s growing in the damp, moist, inner receses of my BCD?
Answer: Hmm probably not. . . I’m probably manufacturing some sort of mold toxic sludge in that thing
Question: Did I learn yesterday that drinking 8 cups of coffee and not eating is a very bad idea.
Answer: Yes. Yes I did. . . “You realize you’re shaking right, that’s not a good thing. . .HOW MUCH COFFEE HAVE YOU HAD TODAY?!” (as said to me by our grand pubah of diving) <– I was holding a double tall mocha too. My acid reflux hates me right now.
Question: Did I act like a monkey with tourettes while binge drinking coffee?
Answer: Maybe. . .don’t judge me.
Question: Did I find out yesterday that my current position was supposed to be for an assistant but I was hoodwinked/bamboozled into believing otherwise when I told them I had absoltely no intention of being an assistant during my interview? (I asked specifically about this more than once in my interview).
Answer: Yes. Sigh.
(Yes, its true, I just wanted to use the terms hoodwinked and bamboozled in a sentence)
Question: Did I just consume an entire bag of cheese puffs, some twix, and a slurpee in under 15 minutes.
Answer: Yes. I blame the coffee detox
Question: Am I going to have an awesome weekend?
Answer: Sweet Jesus yes.
Question: Will I enjoy some Canadian/Mexican fine dining this weekend? (I’m going to start telling people I’m Candian American with an affinity for cheap beer, Tim Hortons, and Nanaimo bars)
Question: Am I excited to go across the border and pick up a Canadian accent?
Answer: Oh probably. Eh!?
Question: Do I realize i’m insane?
Answer: Yes. Its part of my c-h-a-r-m
Question: Am I scared of doing sending the e-mail I’ve been revising for the past four days and walking out of this office for the last time?
Answer: Very much so. I’m trying to tell myself that it isn’t that big of a deal. And since he hasn’t talked to me face to face in over a week minus his ridiculous e-mail then I think his lack of action pretty much tells me all I need to know about whether or not I should leave.
This weekend I’m going on awesome trip.
Next week I’m starting the next chapter in my career.
And all I can think about is what I’m doing in 30 minutes.