Cosmic order?

I wish I had more moments when I trust that all this is happening following some obscure but wonderful cosmic order.

I had little sleep but got lots done at work, but not before snapping at my annoying coworker. He just drives me bananas. He just goes on and on and repeats himself over and over.

I went for lunch with Ms. Zen A (my friend who’s total type A but is also stoic) to ask for her advise on how to approach the interview/potentially leaving with my boss. She was very helpful. I decided to wait to talk to her until Friday after t-day.

This is all so surreal.