My Little World

A lot has been going on in preparation for the big move and otherwise. On Saturday, June 6th, my grandfather passed away. It was an expected passing, but sad and disconcerting nonetheless. We had his memorial service on Friday, and it was beautiful. I got to have a big role in setting up the gravesite and even burying his ashes, which I'm really glad I got to do. It was a very emotional day, and I realized just how stressed out I am....so I quit my job here early.

But, here's the thing:

I called my boss on Friday after the memorial and told her that I needed to cut my time with her short (I had originally said that I would stay with her until the last day of June). She said that I should work Monday, and she'd she what she could do about the rest of the week. I reluctantly agreed. But, as I went through the weekend, my exhaustion, stress, and grief was piling up on me. I miss my grandpa, I've barely started packing, I have all sorts of appointments to make and get to, and I wanted to spend as much time as I could with my family. So, I called my boss again (she never answers her phone, and she doesn't even have her employees' numbers programmed in), and left her a message saying I just can't do it anymore. I stated my reasons, thanked her for the opportunity, and assumed that was that. Only, she evidently couldn't comprehend. She left me a message saying she needed me to work Monday and, again, that she'd "see what she could do" about the rest of the week. It may sound immature, but I simply ignored her calls. I said what I had to say quite clearly - I quit, I didn't request time off! - and I knew that talking to her again would get me nowhere. She seemed to have gotten the hint after I didn't show up for work on Monday...

So now, my car's in the shop getting all ready for New Hampshire. The horn and cruise control are getting fixed, oil changed, the tires will be replaced and the front end realigned...

I've agreed to do a couple of jobs for my dad, painting window frames and a railing.

I still have a ton of packing to do.

I need to thoroughly clean my car, inside and out, when I get it back.

I'm working on my dad's Father's Day gift.

I have to see the eye doctor and get new contacts ordered, as well as see about getting a supply of my prescriptions from my regular doc.

I need to get in touch with my boss in New Hampshire to see where things are.

I may be taking an old high school friend's engagement photos.

I need to visit my sister and niece before I leave.

Etcetera.

I'm busy. But I'm not freaking out, not having second thoughts, and that's good.

What an adventure. And it's barely even started.