But now, I don't care. I had senioritis at the end of every degree - but is it even called "senioritis" when it's your third degree?? Maybe I have a case of "degree-itis." ? I just need a B to graduate but I get into this moral debate with myself about the ethics of slacking in a moral theology class for one's ethics degree. Just. Keep. Swimming!
Anyway, I spent the last couple of days packing up my office, organizing files, making to-do lists for the incoming director, and pitching files that I have carted around with me to every job. As I glanced around my trashed office on Wednesday, I marveled that I could have accumulated so much junk in two short years. And why was I keeping a file from a corporate meeting that occurred in 2009? I'm guessing those meeting minutes have been updated since then.
Because I was intimately involved in a lawsuit a couple years ago, I have learned to save everything if there's ANY chance I might need it again. I'm a file hoarder. This caused me to end up with a 1.4 Terabyte shared-drive and three drawers' of files that needed to be pitched. It was extremely liberating to throw stacks of files into the shredding bin. My shoulders keep getting lighter and lighter. I can't believe I carried so much with me, both physically and mentally.
I sort of assumed that this transition was going to be easier than the others. No packing up of a house, moving cities, finding a new Meijer, selling a house, moving Jack, Jack's new job, etc. My transitions are usually huge disruptions that unsettle us for a calendar year. So I was surprised at how much work it is to just relocate my office one mile south.
I have one week to go. Five more get up's until it's over. Then I get to officially start my dream job.
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