carrousel…begins.

Turned into the parking lot. Last time I’ll have to worry about parking in this miserable lot with an overabundance of both cars and politics.

Struggled with the incredibly bad lock on the back door. Last time I’ll have to be exasperated with this dumb lock.

Waited for my computer to log me in. Last day of this horrible, horrible, inexcusably horrible computer. Maybe I’ll throw a party just for that.

Watched MD walk into my office and ask me for something I couldn’t give him. Last day of dealing with his capriciousness. Thank God.

No matter how it actually goes, and no matter what happens on Monday, today is full of win.

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Last night, in between chores, I watched The Wiz. I’d seen it when I was much younger – as I told BF, it was before DVDs were invented, which at this point seems like a long-ass time ago. From here it was a little different, because I knew the social context of 1978 and more about Michael Jackson at this time in his career and so on. I read about it on Wikipedia and the IMDB and no one mentioned the stuff I found most interesting about the movie: the transpositions of the situations in Baum’s book with situations that are more socially associated with city living and, more to the point, African-Americans. I mentioned this to BF and he said that he guessed you’d have to be black to talk about it without sounding racist, and I believe he’s right, which is why I won’t say anything else about it here. I hope someone has done a thesis on it, though, because I think it’s interesting. I personally find “Brand New Day”, which is the last big cast number, to be a celebration of the success of the civil rights movement so thinly veiled as not to be veiled at all. And now I’ll have that song in my head for the next few hours. Oh well.

I haven’t done yoga for a week. I’ve just been too busy and too exhausted. I know that when you’re stressed out is when you need exercise (and particularly this kind of exercise) the most, I know that, but too much has been crowded into my personal space for me to find room for yoga. Makes me sad.

I’m struggling for other things to say. I could talk about MM’s email to me a couple of days ago, which made it seem as if me leaving this job was all by choice and oh how sorry she was to see me go and what are you planning to do other than teacher training? and the whole thing seemed to be, if not actually rubbing salt in the wound, certainly throwing salt in my general direction, but BF rightly reminded me that his parents probably have no concept of what our finances are actually like and the fact that we are SUNK without me working and that $2000 is a vast, enormous sum of money for me that I can’t just pick up out of my bank account so that I can do teacher training.

But I don’t think that talking about that would make me feel very positive. And I’m in a pretty good mood today, since despite absolutely everything else, it’s my last day having to sit here and complain about this job.