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Well. That was abrupt.
Happy Hallowe'en, everyone. Guess who has a present to give herself?
***
I am wearing the khaki suit they call, insultingly, "oak" right now. Poor oaks. They had nothing to do with this travesty at all. Victims of genocide measured in Hilton Garden Inn night audits-- you have *no idea* how much paper this shit uses-- and they slap the word, as a final insult, on a pathetic polyester colour like *this*? Ugh. If they wouldn't rise so very slowly and seasonally, I would incite them to revolt. I mean, if I could. Basically it would just turn out to be me gesticulating and shouting at a random tree if I tried. So pretty much business as usual.
Two hours ago I was carving pumpkins with a ten-year-old.
...
Okay, a lot more than two hours now.
Holy Christ I'm bored. And it's 2 more hours before I have even the vaguest chance of leaving.
This place, this place. I shall alarmingly shortly never have to return to this place.
Ah yes, back to that.
***
So there I was... Wait, I already did that part, right? Anyway, the whole thing ends up with not only the goose in the airplane, but also me having four permanent days at the Sorrento starting after next week. And five next week. (And two here, which is gonna make for a pretty unpleasant week.) So now, now...
Now I have to figure out how to give notice. Because it is no longer "I will and won't that be nice one day". It is now "I need to have done this a couple of weeks ago starting this morning". A nice email to get from my boss at the Sorrento, yeah. But I suffer pretty excessively from Stockholm Syndrome. So... Guys? How do you quit a job?
Gonna figure it out tomorrow.
That's right, I am out of Issaquah ASAP. I have four days at the Sorrento according to what the day office people know. I, as Night People, know damned good and well that I have full-time as soon as I want, in a week, when I'm considered fully trained on the audit. But even four days is a financial wash with what was going on here before, and *such* a psychological promotion...
So this is the last time I stand behind this counter wearing this oak suit without being explicitly on the knife-edge of freedom. And it is good. And I shouldn't feel bad for the people who stay behind here even though there's a very good reason they can't keep employees, should I?
...Anyway. The point is.
The point is.
Holy shit, that was abrupt.
Neat.
Happy Hallowe'en, everyone. Guess who has a present to give herself?
***
I am wearing the khaki suit they call, insultingly, "oak" right now. Poor oaks. They had nothing to do with this travesty at all. Victims of genocide measured in Hilton Garden Inn night audits-- you have *no idea* how much paper this shit uses-- and they slap the word, as a final insult, on a pathetic polyester colour like *this*? Ugh. If they wouldn't rise so very slowly and seasonally, I would incite them to revolt. I mean, if I could. Basically it would just turn out to be me gesticulating and shouting at a random tree if I tried. So pretty much business as usual.
Two hours ago I was carving pumpkins with a ten-year-old.
...
Okay, a lot more than two hours now.
Holy Christ I'm bored. And it's 2 more hours before I have even the vaguest chance of leaving.
This place, this place. I shall alarmingly shortly never have to return to this place.
Ah yes, back to that.
***
So there I was... Wait, I already did that part, right? Anyway, the whole thing ends up with not only the goose in the airplane, but also me having four permanent days at the Sorrento starting after next week. And five next week. (And two here, which is gonna make for a pretty unpleasant week.) So now, now...
Now I have to figure out how to give notice. Because it is no longer "I will and won't that be nice one day". It is now "I need to have done this a couple of weeks ago starting this morning". A nice email to get from my boss at the Sorrento, yeah. But I suffer pretty excessively from Stockholm Syndrome. So... Guys? How do you quit a job?
Gonna figure it out tomorrow.
That's right, I am out of Issaquah ASAP. I have four days at the Sorrento according to what the day office people know. I, as Night People, know damned good and well that I have full-time as soon as I want, in a week, when I'm considered fully trained on the audit. But even four days is a financial wash with what was going on here before, and *such* a psychological promotion...
So this is the last time I stand behind this counter wearing this oak suit without being explicitly on the knife-edge of freedom. And it is good. And I shouldn't feel bad for the people who stay behind here even though there's a very good reason they can't keep employees, should I?
...Anyway. The point is.
The point is.
Holy shit, that was abrupt.
Neat.