Well, it's official. I put in my 2 weeks notice at work today. And holy crap, does it feel good. I've simmered down on my complaining about my workplace shenanigans here on the blog, partly because I got called out for being a bit unprofessional, and partly because it was just a big debby downer. But, my frustration and irritation has remained ever present. I just think I went too far into the dark side in the beginning and there was no going back. So, I put myself out there, applying to everything that I got my hands on, until finally the stars aligned and I had an interview in Philadelphia. However, that was back in March. By June, my hopes of getting that job had pretty much fizzled. But, again, the fates smiled on me and the same work place (another news station!) offered another proposition. And, after some consideration, it really just seemed right.
And, what else might this job move spark? Well, Mr. O. was gung ho on finally getting his own place. At the same time I happened to be in need of a new place to live...so yes, we're moving in together. Not sure which is scarier, the big bad new job, or the fact I'm going to live with a boy! I mean, I've never even had a roommate! But, I'm feeling good about it all. It just all feels right. Nerve-wracking, but right. So here goes, as I count down the hours at this point until I bid 29 adieu, I prepare to truly embark on a new phase of my life. Can I just say, whoa?
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