five years
Dammit.
I meant to take today off - and I think I am probably going to leave work early no matter what, but... What an awful waste of time. I wish I could feel that I had accomplished something, but all I have ever done out here is survive. I think I am a plant for drier weather: while I loved the monsoon rains of my youth, I have never been able to set roots down here in the swamp.
If they bring me a pen for my five years of service today, I fear that I will stick it in the bearer's eye.
I stopped trying to escape two years ago - and while I was glad to make the opportunity to get to know some very good people here... it doesn't change the fact that I need to leave. I think I must be making progress, because the relative percentage of rejection letters to application/resumes has increased somewhat since the last time I made a serious effort to depart for fairer shores. Who knows?
You only need one to say yes.
Wish me luck.
I'd like to be somewhere different by this time next year.