Theo Moore

I am sitting here in my little cubicle breaking company policy by blogging at work. Now, this seems perhaps to be a reckless act, but I am in fact waiting to hear from HR about who I should give my badge so I can leave.
It is time.

I am leaving this place for what should be the last time. 6 years of memories is about to be put in an old shoebox, and placed in the back of the closet in favour of some new ones. I go not without a large degree of sadness.

When I left the Navy, this place was my shelter and my new beginning. It gave me a chance to be a civilian, and finish growing up in some ways, even though I was 31. That's what happens when you are in the Navy for 12 years, you know.

For all the evil it could be, it was heaven as well. I was safe, warm, and secure in my little hole in the wall. I leave it now for the barely imagined unknown, and the promise of something more.

I am reminded of the pot of plants (almost typed "pot plants"; NOT a Freudian slip) I keep on my desk. Recently, they had stopped growing and I had to transplant them. They suffered some serious shock, but have recovered. They are now growing quite well in their new environment, better than they have in a long time.
Perhaps this new pot is exactly what I need to overcome the stagnation I've felt.

Only time will tell.

I am soooooo outta here..........

*slams door and runs screaming from the building forever.....*