Continuing on from the last post, the bar has been lowered even further in the last 24 hours. I’ve been asked to forward all new inquiries, requests and suggestions to my subordinate and superior, refrain from making my usual “smart-ass” remarks just because “you’re leaving”, as well as field any and all questions from employees as to what exactly I will be doing instead of sitting behind a desk. I’ve begun compulsively stealing items from the copy room with no intention of returning them. I ponder the best strategy for fitting my belongings (pictures, mugs, staples) into a box when I leave. How far back should I delete my internet browsing history? Does it really matter? How much free coffee can one consume in his/her final hours as a cubicle drone? How much copy toner can I use up on printing all necessary personal documents?
So, before flying out West for the next 10 days in the desert, here’s a short version of how it all began.
A little less than a year ago, after deliberating my future at a brewpub, I put in my application online and then was interviewed by a recruiter in their Rosslyn Office. Two weeks later, that recruiter than said I was nominated for a position in the Community and Business Development Program in the Caucasus Region. Whether it was the hangover resultant from the Dr. Dremo’s (R.I.P) happy hour the night before, or the 7:30 am phone call on a Friday, I had no fucking clue where this was. College degrees are useless. Ironically, a certain festival was taking place in the area the following day.
Packets of paperwork then followed; every so often checking my status online to see how it was progressing. Roughly four months later, the country name came. I knew where this was, college degrees are still useless.
Unfortunately, this sites address (the “tbilisi” part) has nothing to do with where I’m actually going. Good job with that one, I know. Moreover, it didn’t raise the kind of awareness for poverty I’d hoped for, change the global and local perspectives of it’s readership, or draw in attention from large media outlets about indigenous cultures. Though, it was never my intention to keep all the worthless garbage from my first year of writing on this site anyway, the real bitch is having to set up another one. Upon returning from the desert, this site will be retired, and another resurrected in its stead.
