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I finally did it...I quit my job. I planned on turning in my two-week notice today, working out this week, and taking vacation for next week, but I knew there was a chance that they'd just tell me to leave today. It was weird though, because he talked to me about my notice, and then let me work for two more hours or so, then came and said they needed me to leave by noon (which was 30 minutes away) and just stood over my desk. I said "Are you escorting me out?" Because it was so weird how he was standing there staring at me. It sorta pissed me off, so I went ahead and just deleted most of everything on my work computer since he was hovering like that.
So...I came home and laid down. I promised myself no hardcore job searching for awhile. I want to take at least a month off, and unwind. And ideally, I'd like to not start work until right after Nate starts school, because I always like to take him on the first two days or so.
Everyone feigns concern. It's so fake. I'm glad to be out of there. I think I'll drink myself into an oblivion tomorrow.
So...I came home and laid down. I promised myself no hardcore job searching for awhile. I want to take at least a month off, and unwind. And ideally, I'd like to not start work until right after Nate starts school, because I always like to take him on the first two days or so.
Everyone feigns concern. It's so fake. I'm glad to be out of there. I think I'll drink myself into an oblivion tomorrow.