This is a genital-free post

So much going on in my life right now. So many things changing. And - insert gigantic scream of frustration here - so much I can't blog about yet for one reason or another. I feel like I'm writing with one hand tied behind my back.

I guess it would be okay to talk about one of the big changes now: I'm leaving my job with the company where I've worked, in one capacity or the other, for over 13 years. The email went out to the people in my department late this morning, and I had a whole lot of folks come through my office this afternoon with surprise on their faces and questions on their lips. My breakup with Jim has been kept to a fairly small group of people at work, so this is the first most have heard of it.

In a way, it feels really great to be publicly acknowledging what's going on, and in another way, it's completely emotionally draining to talk about it again and again and again...
And I don't blame anyone for asking. Most folks probably figured I wasn't ever going anywhere, that eventually I would die in my office and they would find my shriveled mummy next to the UPS unit under my desk.

And it also feels great to have people say "What are we gonna do without you here?" and sound like they mean it. I keep suggesting that they may look at each other in a couple of months and say, "What exactly did that bitch do when she was here, anyway?" but they're not havin' it. So I feel valued, like the valuable two-dollar whore I am. And honey, I am worth every dime. But please don't pay in dimes.

So the two-dollar whore is drained...god, did that sound as bad to everyone else as it did to me? I'm just plum tuckered out, people. I had every intention of layin' the funny stuff on you tonight, but there just wasn't anything left in the humor tube when I squeezed it. Heh heh, I squeezed the humor tube - discuss amongst yourselves. Maybe this post isn't genital free.

But then again, if genitals were free, how would I make my two dollars?