“There are only two emotions on a plane: boredom and terror.” – Orson Welles
This quote holds true in the rarefied office environment of the almost retired person. I have 10 working days left. I seem to be whiplashing back and forth between being bored out of my mind and stark terror.
Last night talking to mister husband, I realized that what I was really afraid of the most was that it wasn’t going to happen. This has all been a dream I will have to keep grinding away into eternity. Had to choke back tears.
The boredom part is stressful because I’m stuck here at my desk with nothing to do. Just waiting for some doofus to come ask silly questions or demand to know why I didn’t do something that I had no clue I was supposed to do in the first place. I gave up pretending that I give a flying fig, because I can’t keep a straight face. Would never make it as a poker player.
This what it must feel like when you finally decide to try skydiving and are sitting there waiting for someone to shove you out the door of the plane.