Packing everything in my desk at work to be ready for an exodus at any moment
Got all the ‘items’ gone from the desk and back home. Tomorrow, I’ll take the art, and throughout the week I’ll dig through the drawers for whatever I might not want to be caught without.
In the meantime, my guts try to sabotage applying for this job that would be perfect and that *I* am perfect FOR, dammit, but I press on and I refine the portfolio and I try to make the damn resume look nice and just
I have to escape, I have to
