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Umm, yeah. So this week seems to be flying by. And at this point I'm not sure if it's good or bad. I want the next 6.5 weeks of work to be done more than anything, don't get me wrong. But I was working late tonight and my group leader, who I usually refer to as my boss, started talking to me. I had asked if I could get a day off for a long weekend 'cause my dad wants to go somewhere. And she kinda mentioned how we do that a lot. Which we have...I took time off to go with him to Missouri, then to Colorado, and I'll be gone for a week with him and my bro in NY in September. I'm not sure if someone told her about my mom or not because then she said something to the effect of, "What would your dad do without you? I bet he's glad you ended up staying here instead of moving." BAM! Biggest unintentional guilt trip EVER. She doesn't know I'm quitting at the end of August, much less that I'm quitting to move to Chicago at pretty much the same time as our temp, my high school friend, is also moving to Chicago. But our moves are totally unrelated. Regardless, my boss is gonna think I planned this way in advance, which I did but didn't want her to know. And then she was all asking me if I was planning on taking any more time off besides that week in September. Guh, I felt so bad not telling her the truth because in all honesty I know they're gonna get slammed when Jo and I leave. And my two projects are really intense right now so I'm working a lot of overtime. I just hope they slow down toward the end so I don't feel like I'm dumping on everyone.
My dad was playing golf when I got home so I took it upon myself to go shopping for some shoes. I do this when my dad's gone for a reason! The man seems to keep tabs on the number of shoes I own and he never lets me live it down. But my point is that I totally feel better now. I've got some shiny new digs and I realized that I have no reason to feel bad. They don't own me, I didn't sign a contract.....plus, I'm giving them a month's notice, I've already told my project manager since she's my friend's mom, and I also told one group member 'cause she can be trusted and will most likely be the lucky sucker who gets my extra work. People have left with much less, right? In fact, I think I'm being uber considerate and shouldn't be so concerned in the first place. I just HATE when people dislike me or hold a grudge, so I try not to act in a way that might bring any of it up.
M'kay, mini bitchfest ends now. Tiffany's coming back this weekend and we're gonna hang on Friday, Heather said we're gonna get DRUNK since my birthday's in a week. It's weird how birthday's seem so insignificant at this age. I used to get SOOOO excited for my birthday. We're talking "pee your pants" excited. And now it's just "meh." Ah well, can't win 'em all, right?
And I realized tonight that most of my stuff, except for what's in my bedroom, is still packed from a year ago. Throw some bags over my clothes, call me a U-Haul and I'm outta here! But for now, it's off to bed for me. I'm out like socks with sandals....
My dad was playing golf when I got home so I took it upon myself to go shopping for some shoes. I do this when my dad's gone for a reason! The man seems to keep tabs on the number of shoes I own and he never lets me live it down. But my point is that I totally feel better now. I've got some shiny new digs and I realized that I have no reason to feel bad. They don't own me, I didn't sign a contract.....plus, I'm giving them a month's notice, I've already told my project manager since she's my friend's mom, and I also told one group member 'cause she can be trusted and will most likely be the lucky sucker who gets my extra work. People have left with much less, right? In fact, I think I'm being uber considerate and shouldn't be so concerned in the first place. I just HATE when people dislike me or hold a grudge, so I try not to act in a way that might bring any of it up.
M'kay, mini bitchfest ends now. Tiffany's coming back this weekend and we're gonna hang on Friday, Heather said we're gonna get DRUNK since my birthday's in a week. It's weird how birthday's seem so insignificant at this age. I used to get SOOOO excited for my birthday. We're talking "pee your pants" excited. And now it's just "meh." Ah well, can't win 'em all, right?
And I realized tonight that most of my stuff, except for what's in my bedroom, is still packed from a year ago. Throw some bags over my clothes, call me a U-Haul and I'm outta here! But for now, it's off to bed for me. I'm out like socks with sandals....