Bridges Burned
The situation with the previous employer has gotten ugly. I had really hoped to avoid that, and I had really hoped that three weeks' notice would do the trick; but they did essentially nothing to prepare for my impending departure, and now everything has turned into a huge pain in the ass for them, for me, and even for Point Reyes. And of course, because I didn't leave at a convenient time for them, I end up the bad guy. That'll teach my new supervisor and I to ever try to accommodate anybody again. To top it all off, my guilt-ridden, joyless Catholic upbringing has me playing the sap and my digestive system snarled like a SoCal interchange. So, it seems that the previous employer just might sour a good fourth of my summer season by screwing up these first three weeks.
I do not have the energy for this.
I do not have the energy for this.