So I am finally out. It was very hectic to wait a month for my first day without a FT job but I did it somehow. I know I've been exaggerating with that funeral metaphor and all that but people: I just had a fun day. I did a lot of things. Here is an account:
• I woke up late (around 9:30 a.m.) but will try to get up earlier since is so fun to not go to the office.
• I found my apartment is a mess so I started to take care of things by organizing a couple of kitchen cabinets.
• I cooked a sancocho soup.
• I helped a neighbor by giving him a wire hanger.
• I bumped into JW in front of our buildings and got a photo next to Laila at 5 p.m.!!
• I nailed a gig and some other interesting projects.
• I discovered a nice café -with a huge TV screen showing soccer- at 110th Street and Central Park West or Frederic Douglas Ave.
As for those wondering about my last day of work I just have to say that unlike when you quit a job, you don't get a goodbye lunch when they let you go. I guess victory is victory and adversity is adversity.
