July 9th, 2002

face

Driving

Before I left for Origins, I sent an email to a person who had put an ad on craigslist looking for someone to drive a car from Boston to Seattle. When I got in to work this morning, I had a response waiting for me. I was told some of the details about the car and the pay, and I was asked if I were still interested. I responded that I am. So, unless another person has already been found, it looks like I'll be doing the trip. The car needs to be there around August 11th, so that gives me plenty of time. I figure I can stop off at different family places in Indiana, Nebraska, Oregon, and Washington. Now I just need to figure out how to get back. I'm sure I'll be wanting to hurry back, so a plane might make the most sense. Of course, I really hate travelling by plane, since I've had some awful experiences with missed connections, lost luggage, and the like. It's really unpleasant. I suppose I could take a train back. I certainly don't want to take a bus back. Ideally, I could find someone who is driving from Seattle to Boston, or who wants their car driven that direction, but I doubt I'll be able to find something like that.

Also waiting in my email this morning was a note to go see Boss Lady. In short, they want a decision from me by Monday (which is fine, since I was already planning on having one by Friday). I'll either give them a date that I'll commit to work until, or I'll give them a letter of resignation. I'm definitely leaning towards resigning, especially with getting this driving thing. Although that's a fairly minor part of it. I think I might try either some math tutoring or working in a coffee shop or something (I hate the taste, but I like the smell), or maybe a bookstore. Anyway, we'll see. And hopefully I'll be able to spend some time writing.

So, yeah, I've pretty much decided what I'm going to tell them on Monday. I'll give it until then before I tell them, though, in case I end up changing my mind.
rabbit

Origins journal

Well, I didn't write something every night, but I wrote a significant amount several times, and it helped me process some things, so it was pretty good. It might be useful to reread it, but I really hate reading my own writing. We'll see what I end up doing.

I found that I could really write a lot, which was surprising. And I could have written a whole lot more, since writing about something brought up other things. It probably helped that it was a rather emotionally-charged time for me. Writing helped me clarify some of those emotions and come to some decisions. It certainly is a lot different writing down something that I'm not planning on showing anyone else than it is writing stuff in a public place, like here. I think it might be a good thing to keep a paper journal. Yes, I could jsut do private posts here, but it just doesn't feel like something I want to do. Among other things, when I'm writing about really important things to me, the physcial act of writing things out feels good to me, feels right.