Next Friday is my last day at my job. I'm thinking about this as I sip my cappuccino, made from the office machine. I've been extremely spoiled at this job--the work has been good, for the most part my co-workers have been awesome (I've discovered I much prefer working in a team of men. They're just so much easier going.), the leaving teas are killer, the location is perfect, the pay has been pretty good, and there is of course the coffee machine, plus the daily biscuits (cookies) and crackers. I am so never working non-profit again.
Modified to add: Surprise surprise my contract has been extended again, although I'll be moving to another department for the next couple of weeks.
"Whereas the tourist generally hurries back home at the end of a few weeks or months, the traveler, belonging no more to one place than the next, moves slowly, over periods of years from one part of the earth to another." -Paul Bowles
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