the "short" of it
When I got home yesterday, the day I quit my office job for many more plausible reasons than the fact that my boss has taken a nasty, authoritative stance over the appropriate length of shorts (apparently, a 10" inseam is just ungodly), I sat for a while and just smiled. I ate three Oreo cookies and savored a long gulp of milk, watched my favorite TV show while I worked out, and took a cool, refreshing shower after laying down on the couch to write. And I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and smiled. Just two more weeks.
I have been waiting to quit this job - and these people, for that matter - for almost two years.
When this is over, I finally feel like I'll be free to do more constructive things. And I'm moving to California in August, where there are new people to meet and places to explore and adventures to seek. There is so much I want to do. I want to get back my confidence, learn to cook exotic dishes, tackle some tough reading, own a dog, learn to garden, and oh my god, would I love a grill.
But mostly, I would love a job that lets me smile once in a while. I teach things well that I know well; I could tutor. I love dogs; I could walk 'em. I mostly enjoy children; I could nanny.
There are lots of possibilities, in work and play, and my arms are wide open. Just don't ask me to sort your mail or skydive off the Golden Gate. NOT HAPPENING.
I have been waiting to quit this job - and these people, for that matter - for almost two years.
When this is over, I finally feel like I'll be free to do more constructive things. And I'm moving to California in August, where there are new people to meet and places to explore and adventures to seek. There is so much I want to do. I want to get back my confidence, learn to cook exotic dishes, tackle some tough reading, own a dog, learn to garden, and oh my god, would I love a grill.
But mostly, I would love a job that lets me smile once in a while. I teach things well that I know well; I could tutor. I love dogs; I could walk 'em. I mostly enjoy children; I could nanny.
There are lots of possibilities, in work and play, and my arms are wide open. Just don't ask me to sort your mail or skydive off the Golden Gate. NOT HAPPENING.
