Notice Me! Giving My Notice!

I quit my job yesterday.



It feels very, uh, anti-climactic.



I've barely been here a year. I haven't gotten to know people all that well. So WHY do I want them to start crying and roundly embrace me as I tell them, sorry, I'm SO sorry, but I just can't be your collegue any longer?



What a strange sensation! It's not like I'm some attention monger, hell-bent on getting the world to notice me and I'm only truly content if I'm being discussed in some way... and it doesn't even have to be in a flattering way ....because when are impactful people ever universally liked? Never.



Quick seque. Do you notice that as time goes on you truly DO care less and less what people think of you? I do. I mean I don't. I mean, I don't care what you think! Okay, SOCIETY? Let me wear blue tights and red skirts SANS judgement. And so what if Iwant to start smoking cloves and listening to Queen? Much like the multiplication tables, I somehow missed that phase. I am beholden to no man nor child. The world is my oyster and I'm going to suck it up. (You know, like an oyster.)

So, my jorb. I'm leaving my jorb. And even though there is nothing in me that thinks this is anything less than a GOOD, WISE and eventually PROSPEROUS move.....I guess there is still some feeling of loss, some shreds of regret, some pangs of doubt.

It probably goes to show that moving away from ANYTHING no matter how terrible, or boring or innocuous...there is still come cause for mourning.

So, dress up my martini in black, recite a litany to office emphera, shove my memories into the creamator....... and I'll keep them in a pretty vase.

Also, I'm a sucker and gave four weeks notice. So! I'll probably be bringing this up again!