Today, in less than two hours, I will give my two week’s notice.
While I have been grousing for months that I couldn’t wait to do so, I find myself a little nervous at the threshhold of this grand announcement. Typical, of course … I hope it won’t prevent me from delivering my piece with calm and propriety.
Two weeks … it doesn’t seem possible. I started this job at the tender age of 22, fresh from an unpleasant bout of unemployment. I was hired as a writer and found solace and friends among my coworkers. 4 years later many of the old faces are gone, my job is completely different, and I am anxious to make a new start. So many have come and gone; I feel like a high school senior that can’t pass Math. It is an odd feeling for one who used to adore turning up at work.
Well. Off I go …