A (almost) direct (practically) unedtied journal exerpt

Friday was a last day in a very comfortable place in my life.  It was my last day working at the USU Bookstore.  I was fine most of the day.  Most of the day passed as a normal day, and then at about 4:30, when I started going through all of the steps for the last time, as I hurried around doing last minute errands, my throat got real tight.  Then I started thinking about Hannah and Ash, who have been two people huge to my life, and the tight throat problem started to make my eyes watery.  Stuart got me my very own bag of chocolate animal crackers, and that just about started  a water works on its own.

I am not going to miss that [bad word] job, but I am going to sorely miss the people.

And...I already miss the time in my life that job represents to me.  Prism, ratex. Book-it, FedEx, telephone headsets, announcements, dumb customers, [specific dumb customer], Drake, sicky break room, headless mannequins...these things represent the free, single, college life that I so thoroughly enjoyed.  All of the aspects of that life started to slowly change one by one, but that bookstore was ever painfully the same.

Now that is gone, and I realize that my life has completely shifted positions, kind of like plate tectonics, minus the earthquakes, without me taking notice.

Touche life.  Duly noted.