P.I. Here I Come?

It’s almost "vacation" time. Today was my last day working at Wall Street, where I’d normally go to work. Then, just two more days at the facilities in Harlem where I’d ocassionally work weekends and then I’m freeeeee baby. I am not entitled for a vacation at my job as a part time medical biller, working full time hours. But I still feel blessed that I’ve been given a leave (with no pay) and was ensured I’d still have my job upon my return. My boss and coworkers had already supplied me their wishlists and souvenirs to bring back, so I’m pretty sure my position is secure. My constant paranoia of losing my job had vanished after hearing that a replacement will have to fill my spot while I’m away.

Anyways, I’ve just started packin’ up. Just about 4 days left til the Philippines and I’ve been procrastinating ever since a month ago. My empty luggages have been on the floor, dusty and unmoved, for over a week now since retrieving it down from our garage ceiling. It smells kinda funky too! It kinda reminds me of myself (not the funky odor ) but the way it has been lying there helplessly. I just feel like I’m not ready to go back. It just hasn’t hit me yet, but I’m certain it will slap me hard in the face pretty soon. Crap… I should be packing… Bye!