Why is the sun always in that spot that neither visor covers?
Just a random thought on my way in to work this morning.
Anyways, I was right...work got awkward. I came in on Tuesday and I knew right away these next two weeks would suck. I guess my boss went into "Oh my god, what am I gonna do now!?!?!" mode and decided we need to get about two months of work done before I leave. Kind of a shame that he didn't have this motivation to make our department more productive beforehand. Kinda.
So we've been hanging pipes, installing sound systems, rewiring rooms, etc. for the last few days. However, on Tuesday, he took us out for lunch. At a really nice restaurant. And the grovelling begins.
I mean, it was nice for me and Jared to be able to really lay it out on the line about what's going on. And to get a steak dinner on top of it. And, I won't lie, it is nice to know I'm wanted. But I am so done, and it's only been 3 days and way too many people have asked me to stay.
Why? Why do you want me here when before all you could say to me was some disparaging comment about my hair, my belt, my shoes, and my culture?
*sigh* Anyways, it seems though that in the end, maybe this was what it's all about. It took my resignation for people to listen. Maybe...maybe at least one person will wake-up and realize that if Jesus were here, he'd probably be kicking back and having a beer with me and asking me how my day was...not worrying about the social acceptance value of my pink hair.
(No, it's not pink yet. But I have the dye. It's sitting on the counter. It's calling my name...)
Anyways, I was right...work got awkward. I came in on Tuesday and I knew right away these next two weeks would suck. I guess my boss went into "Oh my god, what am I gonna do now!?!?!" mode and decided we need to get about two months of work done before I leave. Kind of a shame that he didn't have this motivation to make our department more productive beforehand. Kinda.
So we've been hanging pipes, installing sound systems, rewiring rooms, etc. for the last few days. However, on Tuesday, he took us out for lunch. At a really nice restaurant. And the grovelling begins.
I mean, it was nice for me and Jared to be able to really lay it out on the line about what's going on. And to get a steak dinner on top of it. And, I won't lie, it is nice to know I'm wanted. But I am so done, and it's only been 3 days and way too many people have asked me to stay.
Why? Why do you want me here when before all you could say to me was some disparaging comment about my hair, my belt, my shoes, and my culture?
*sigh* Anyways, it seems though that in the end, maybe this was what it's all about. It took my resignation for people to listen. Maybe...maybe at least one person will wake-up and realize that if Jesus were here, he'd probably be kicking back and having a beer with me and asking me how my day was...not worrying about the social acceptance value of my pink hair.
(No, it's not pink yet. But I have the dye. It's sitting on the counter. It's calling my name...)
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