Two Weeks

After months of thinking about it and chewing on it and letting it keep me up nights and metaphorically lightsaber dueling with it on the nearly completed second Death Star of my mind, I have finally... FINALLY... decided to quit my job.

In fact, I just did. Like, five minutes ago. I went in, sat down, and said enough is ENOUGH! And then I trashed the place and set all the plants on fire and... okay, well actually my bosses and I just talked quietly for a minute, and then I went back to my cube. To tell you the truth, it was a little anti-climactic. All weekend, I'd been gearing up for a fight; things have been rocky here the last couple of months, with all the headbutting with management and veiled threats in the office coffee lounge that that implies, and, frankly, I'd expected my resignation to cause a little more drama. Hurled invective, tears of rage, maybe even a drawn knife or two like when they killed Caesar. But, much to my surprise, they were nice about it. They said to me, "C-dog, you obviously weren't happy here and we're glad you made the decision on your own to leave." The underlying sentiment there is, of course, "we're glad we didn't have to make the decision FOR you," but still. They could have been dicks about it. They were SO nice about it, in fact, that I couldn't even rip them a new one (as planned) about the state of their union, as it were. We all just kind of smiled and shook hands and no one even flipped anyone else off. WEIRD.

But in the end, it's for the best. Like a good relationship that turned sour, we're both walking away wiser, tougher, and with the absolute minimum of disfiguring scars. It's the very definition of "cutting our losses" and, truthfully, I don't even feel like slagging them off in this lovely, pleasant-smelling public forum. Which blows my mind, seeing as how that's kind of what I sat down here to write. But, no. It's good to not be "that guy" about it. I had some legitimate beefs with regards to how this company has been run, and I was treated poorly by management besides, but in the end, what will me bitching and moaning about it accomplish? Nothing, save for making me look like a petty doofus with a pile of axes awaiting their grind.

So, instead of dwelling on the past, let's look towards... THE FUTURE!!!

Exciting! Also terrifying. I've got a few things in the pipe, employment-wise, but nothing is 100% secure. I've gotten signed up with an extremely good temp agency (btw, TOTALLY aced the office proficiency exam I had to take when I signed up; guess I have been paying attention here), I've got a couple of good leads for actual, non-temporary jobs, plus I've got the love and support of a good woman behind me, should I accidentally stumble into a life of crime. I'll weather this, is what I guess I'm saying. It won't be easy; in fact, there's every chance in the world that it's going to be a bit of a motherfucker. But I'll make it. Ain't nothin' gonna break my stride, nobody gonna slow me down, oh no, I got to keep on movin'.

So yeah, I guess that's it. I'll keep you posted on any further developments in the Life O' Me. I know you're just so fucking fascinated. As for how this will affect ZFS!...? Um, I don't know, to tell you the truth. It probably won't really change much of anything. Then again, depending where I land, the posting schedule (which has always been a tenuous thing at best) may get all scrambled around. But whatever the case, rest assured that the content will continue. Whether that's a good thing or not is, I suppose, a matter of personal opinion. Whatever, though, we'll take it all as it comes. It'll certainly be interesting, however it happens to go down.

HAPPY JOB-QUITTING DAY, EVERYBODY!!!