Time goes by... so slowly

The catchy first words from Madonna's Hung Up linger in my mind as I look at the time go by... so slowly.

Counting the days, hours, minutes and seconds seem to take forever.

My time with the company is coming to an end and I couldn't be more happy. Yes, I said happy.

Why, you wonder? Is this boy crazy? The answer to the first question is a little difficult. The answer to the second is sometimes.

This job has been a learning experience, in the best sense of the word. Highs and lows. Both made me stronger (and a touch more bitter, but who gives a fuck).

But, in the end, I really want my last days to fly by because of a situation from a few days ago.

The person who had my position (before I took it over) called and left a message with one of her "friend" at the company. When he told the others about her message, they all started mocking her.

"Ooh, I want to call her! Let me call her. I've got so much to say to her..." a couple of her former co-workers said. They started saying that her new employer is going to be screwed (I'm paraphrasing, here) because they don't know what a horrible person she is.

Cowards.

They hated her, but never had the balls to tell her to her face. They'll probably say similar things about me when I go.

But, I don't care.

The countdown continues as I look forward to my impending freedom from the two-faced hypocrites who poison my enviroment. And, only then will I be in a happier place.

The champagne is already being chilled.

Time goes by... so slowly.