novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ghostly office on tuesday i gave two weeks notice at my job. the entire office found out five minutes later through the magic of the inter-office memo. the rest of the week has been conducted in a haze of quizzical looks, frowns and gruff nods. i am in that ghost town between giving notice and the last day. the two weeks between. people file past my cubicle and some look longingly, eyeing me like i am about to disappear and they want to remember as much as they can. these are the co-workers who also want to go back to school. they corner me and promise one more year. and then i'll start my architecture degree. my film master's. one more year and then two more years and i'll know how to give x-rays and maybe even CAT scans. their eyes widen and their hands clasp. they gulp and then settle back into themselves, unruffling their present lives spent inside the cubicle catacombs. good luck, good luck. i think i'm going to try catering in order to make rent while going to school full time. maybe i'll get to spy on rich people, that'd be good short story fodder. i can see you as a teacher. you'd be a great teacher. the nutty professor. write a book. write a book about us. 1:56 pm - 07.30.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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