December 19, 2003
I am simply tired of the scene at work, the ups and downs from the tug of war between all parties. I am resigned to the fate of a slow transition out of the door, rather than being able to just jettison it all behind me. A change of cubicle does not provide a fresh start, but rather, a loss of status resulting from being moved away from the window. I am cognizant of the real meaning of this transition, even if Rob refuses to acknowledge it; this is the penalty for my honest confession of discontent two weeks ago.