His chest sparkled in the sunlight like that mysterious crap that collects at the bottom of your purse

This miiight be the last time we work together. If he wants to, he can walk to a window and see me across the street at my desk. I get IMs like “What were you doing this morning, you were moving around a lot.”

Why do I feel sad about this? I live with him for fuck’s sake. HA. Anyway I am done on the 30th. And tech contracting will always be there if I bomb my career change. Which is a great whip to keep me motivated.