Quit my job

I’m surprised at how melancholy I felt and how long I stayed in the parking lot. The people I worked with were really sweet and I suppose that’s the reason.

Now I’m not sure what to tell people I do when they ask. Say I’m a domestic engineer? That I gestate? Homemaker? Linguistician?

Ok, I gave formal letters to my boss, the president, and HR. Now I just have to make it through this month, which will be torture.

Sent a draft to my boss, woohoo!

Yoohoo! Still, I will be here more than a month, yet. So many things to take care of between now and then.

And I have every excuse to now! But why is it so hard?! Oy, the guilt!

YESSSSSSSSS!!! About 10 more hours a week are my own!

Next Wednesday is finally my last day. Oh, I cannot wait!!!!

Two more weeks.