Meditative Prose
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Tomorrow I am off to the belly of the Corporate beast for a five-day training, indoctrination, and brainwashing session. All kidding aside, I am sick with worry about this. They are making me room with a complete stranger, and for five days I have to wear khaki pants, a shirt with a collar, and dress shoes. I don't know anyone there, and I'll probably be the youngest person. Mostly, I don't want to leave Sarah for so long. She is my constant, and the only reason I am still sane.
It has been an extremely stressful month, and lately I just feel ill-equipped to deal with things as they are. I hope someday soon I'll work less and have more time to do good things. Until then, I guess I'll just try to survive this week.
