Thought for the day: it’s always morning somewhere. Just like a broken clock is always right twice a day. Which, when you think about it, is a ridiculous saying when so many clocks are on phones or digital now and a broken digital clock is only right once.

It’s an overtly warm June day, and working from an office with no air conditioning is proving impossible. That’s okay, because it’s the last day I’ll have to do any work here, and people are going to curse my name next week anyway when they realize how much I left behind. Maybe they should have considered that before they devoured my soul and spit it out to the demons who rule the eleventh plane of hell where only bureaucracy is master, and paper cuts from endless forms are the ultimate torture.

But I promised I would see this thing through until the bitter end. I gave my two weeks notice, I swore I would continue working, and dinner is on the boss. Don’t ask me how he got permission to fly 2,000 miles to collect my laptop when I could have handed it in to the local office just fine without the supervision. Don’t ask, and I won’t have to tell you I suspect seeing me off is a convenient excuse and a separate rendezvous is planned.

Shh…you didn’t hear that from me.

I’m so disappointed this job has slid downhill so much in the last three years, though. It started out as a great opportunity. But something important to keep in mind: if a client is resistant to taking a certain path – especially if they’re almost obstinate about it – don’t make them. They’ll sabotage your efforts and,well, devour your soul. I’m hoping that I can get mine back soon. Or at least grab a new one at the new job. That’s a standard benefit package, right?

New jobs terrify me, but I hope and pray that this next one will be amazing. I’ve got my fingers crossed, which would make it hard to type if I were working, but I’m not.