Today is my last day at the job that I've bitched and moaned about in this space for four years now. And as ecstatic as that fact should make me, I'm actually a little sad. It's amazing that you can become attached to anything after enough exposure to it.
In the same way that some criminals don't want to leave prison, I'm feeling reluctant to shed the safety blanket (albeit, the wooly itchy safety blanket) that this job has become. It has fed me, clothed me poorly (more my fault than the job's) and supported my rock star trip for almost a half a decade. And for that I'm grateful.
So, thanks job.....you bastard.
P.S. There may be no journal for a few days due to Ladywife Sarah's and my move on Monday to Rochester.
Let's hope that your next job is just as miserable, so that we can still get some of that bitching from time to time. The rest of your life seems to be getting a bit too happy :)
I've never met you, even though your former job is only a couple buildings away from me (same employer), but I still feel as I've known you because of the journal and loose musical circles we have run in. Congrats on all the big changes (for the better in all respects) and I wish you the best.
