The other day in a fit of morbid curiosity I sent test email to the ITG News address and was pleased, surprised, and a few other things, to get a reply from one of my successors rather than have the message show up back here. I hadn't realized that it had been diverted so soon. Obviously this was going to have to happen and obviously my good buddy MA has been efficient in making the change, bless 'im. This is all good, but weird.
I still feel as if I have not left properly. I need to stop thinking about it. I still have one more document I need to write. (Need or want? Hmm, not sure.) I should just stop messing around, get this document done and send it off and walk away and make a big effort to ignore the site for a week or two. Until I do that I don't feel as if I have permission to get on with my Post-Ed-Life™ It's a terrible, smelly, rancid cliche to talk about moving on but, y'know ... Gah!
Honestly. Tsk. A psychiatrist would have a field day. Fortunately I do not know any. I mean apart from the huge building full of them, whose IT guy I am. But it's OK, they don't know I'm patient material. Muahahaha.
PS Kat, please do not hit me or throw anything over me this time. I know I'm being a wuss, OK? See my new self-help guide, Learn To Embrace Your Inner Wuss™ :)
2 comments:
I wasn't going to comment at all, until I got to your most amusing "PS", so naturally I now have to, and my comment will say:
What if I use a pillow full of fluffy feathers, or what if I unleash a gaggle of cute bunnies upon you of which the only thing they'll do to you is make you go "Awwwwwwwww!"?
Bunnies. Bunnies are good. That'll do nicely thank you. :)
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