This is my blog so I get to write what I want, right?
Well, I think this week I’ll write essays about how I quit my job, and how weird it is when everyone at your office is both jealous and congratulating you. I mean, is there an office one should escape more than that office? Where everyone says they wish they had the courage, or that they wish they could right now?
I think I’ll write an expository luck into my “lame-duck” period at my current job as well. The final 2 weeks.
I have two final interviews this week, but Ill be fine for at least a month without a job. Probably two months. I’m not going to tell my parents yet. They are going to freak out. But I think I’ll be able to get a join and be fine with all my finances. I guess think is the operative word there…
Unrelated: It’s suck texting that person, that you need your stuff back from them. It’s suck because you’ve spent all this time trying to get used to your life apart, telling yourself they “momentarily” don’t exist until you can handle them existing again and maybe I sent that text too early. But I know sending that texts made me feel sad in a place where I was feeling strong, and I know 2x that the stuff dropping off is going to be a weird exchange regardless of the variables. And then plus you may have to see them this weekend? Talk about a crash course in “HOW ARE YOU DEALING POST BREAKUP?” It’s ok, I will survive.
BUT HEY. Lot’s of writing coming up. So we can all look forward to that.