Zombie

In order to get myself back onto a somewhat normal schedule, I stayed up last night, thinking that I would have a short day at work this morning. I was hoping to get home and sleep until the early afternoon. Things never work out as intended, and I didn't end up getting off work until 2:00 :P

I had a monster of a task to accomplish this morning, and I managed to do it in pretty good time, especially considering that for a couple of hours I was basically a zombie. I was walking around, trying to work, and couldn't keep my eyes open; but eventually, some sort of chemical kicked in and I got a new burst of energy and was able to finish. Then I came home and crashed. Tomorrow will be my sixth day in a row at work, and shouldn't (knock on wood) be a bad one. Then I'm off on Thursday, I work Friday and Saturday, I'm off on Sunday, I work Monday through Wednesday, I'm off on Christmas Eve and Christmas, then next Saturday is my last day. Wow.

I'm getting to the point now where, as I walk through the store, there are flashes of memories at every turn. When you spend four-and-a-half years at a place, a lot happens, and now that I'm approaching the end, I tend to spend a lot of time just reflecting on so many of the moments. It's often hard to hold back the tears, and I'm really not looking forward to my last day, as I can guarantee that the tears will not be held.

As glad as I am to be moving on, it's a bit hard to actually leave.