Free Again.

Today was my last day of work. I didn't completely lose my shit like I did last time. (Although I will admit that I did completely lose my shit when I first found out.) Maybe it's because I didn't go out for long lunches with this team like I did the last, maybe it's because I didn't tell anyone I was leaving. (I think they all knew, but were told by the manager not to acknowledge it, like I requested.)

I'm super bummed, because if I had been hired full time at this place, the benefits would've rocked my world, and I would've learned tons of awesome stuff. (Annnd I would've been safely employed for a good long while.) But at the same time, I feel this guilty freedom, like sleeping through church on Sunday, y'know back when things like that mattered. I guess deep down I'm relieved I'm done. I know that my reading and writing skills went to utter crap because of the work I did. Every sentence I write now feels clunky and overcalculated.

I made my super awesome molasses cookies as a farewell. The woman who waters our plants once a week came back for another one and claimed that they were the best she'd ever had, and she's 60 years old! (She actually said this.) Some guy I barely knew but often forwarded mail to came back for thirds. I allowed myself to enjoy one, even though I'm usually sick of the smell after baking them. They came out perfectly. Soft with a well-defined chewiness, with a sneaky, spicy glow from the pepper and the fresh ginger. I analyzed the flavor the way some people concentrate on wine, and was completely satisfied with it.

Now that I'm not writing all the time for work, hopefully I can craft you guys some quality posts before I descend into the job search (again).