I gave notice here at the office on Tuesday! Bold? Fierce? Foolish? Who knows. My job is consuming my art, my posture. I figure I ought ot be able to find something closer to my field, or at least my background. And I want to stop receptionizing before that becomes my background. Fierce!
So now is the last, lousy month of working at a job that my bosses know I'm leaving. I feel bad, because it's a good job with nice people. Maybe this is a tiny bit like the way people feel when they break up with someone but haven't moved out yet. Or maybe I'm just a big baby.
In any case, I'm looking forward to a short stint of relative poverty and freedom. There are things, after all, which can't be bought! Like the chance to practice and to try something new.
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