The non-industrial revolution

Well theres nothing like two weeks away from civilisation to clear one's head.

My house is now empty.

The walls echo with a joyful silence.

Yesterday, the smelliest removalists came to clear out my housemates boxes, and like that episode of Seinfeld with the mutant funk, I had to air out the house after they had gone. It took about two hours for the stench to go. Quite surreal.

It was part of a healing process.

Into the last week of my lease, and after further talks with my boss, it seems that he was of the understanding that I would be staying a little longer.

Ha.

I don't know how he got that idea. Perhaps because I said it. Of course I was trying to be sarcastic when I said it, but I don't do sarcasm well. Evidently.

So rather than upset the apple cart (I hate upsetting apple carts) I am leaning towards staying.

Of course I'll have to have further discussions next week, but I suppose I should be covering my bases and looking for other accommodation.

Now, I must say that I am enjoying this feeling of being able to make choices from a position of power. Knowing that I have options available to me is quite exciting. Not having to worry about money is a new thrill for me also.

The boss told me he can guarantee me work here until at least July. Perhaps this is an opportunity to raise my sights? Lift the bar a little?

I might go home and ponder this some more. In a nice empty house.

With some Indian take-out and possibly some porn.