This week has passed in about 24 hours. I swear it’s still July, maybe August.
I don’t wish to alarm anyone, but I think there’s something wrong with the passage of time.
I’m feeling it. It’s a weird time effect where days can feel long but months usually feel short.
In the last two weeks I found out my boss is selling the company, I might not have a job under the new guys, worrying, waiting, and just a couple days ago finding out I might be okay. That, amid the general panic of reality, has all been a bit much.
This week has passed in about 24 hours. I swear it’s still July, maybe August. I don’t wish to alarm anyone, but I think there’s something wrong with the passage of time.
(Why yes, I am getting old, why do you ask?)
I’m feeling it. It’s a weird time effect where days can feel long but months usually feel short.
In the last two weeks I found out my boss is selling the company, I might not have a job under the new guys, worrying, waiting, and just a couple days ago finding out I might be okay. That, amid the general panic of reality, has all been a bit much.