A good day: I did what I set out to do

I quit my job this morning, and I went to the gym after work. In between, I saw an excellent sunset.

I did not throw a fit and storm out of the office: I'm not angry at them. Or I wasn't--there's something decidedly irritating about having the outgoing phone line turned on, after weeks of delay by my boss, one hour after I gave notice.

Be that as it may (and I'm glad to have the phone, even for a little while), I quit because I can't handle the two-hour-each-way commute anymore. I had stripped my life down to essentials, but it had reached the point where I couldn't even manage the time and energy for those. Therefore, I have given notice that my last day at PCH will be Friday. Since I'd promised the agency that I could do this through August (2004), this seems more than reasonable. I spoke to my distant boss in person, and left a message for my contact at the agency, telling her that I'm leaving this assignment effective Friday, that I had already told Karen this, and that I would be available for future work in the city.

I then went back and told Cristina and Brenna that I'm leaving, since I didn't know whether Karen would think to notify anyone in our group. I told Marvin a few hours later (he had been away from his desk when I told the other two); Karen hadn't told him, despite having had the three of them in her office for a meeting. His response was "That's terrible", but he understood about the commute.

I left at the usual time, stepped out the front door, and saw a gorgeous piece of red-and-purple sunset sky behind the other building. I stepped a bit left to get a better view, all colors and flowing gray clouds. By the time the van showed up three minutes later, the colors were almost gone, lost to heavier clouds and the turning Earth.

I had a decent workout ( boring details here )

A good day: I did what I set out to do

I quit my job this morning, and I went to the gym after work. In between, I saw an excellent sunset.

I did not throw a fit and storm out of the office: I'm not angry at them. Or I wasn't--there's something decidedly irritating about having the outgoing phone line turned on, after weeks of delay by my boss, one hour after I gave notice.

Be that as it may (and I'm glad to have the phone, even for a little while), I quit because I can't handle the two-hour-each-way commute anymore. I had stripped my life down to essentials, but it had reached the point where I couldn't even manage the time and energy for those. Therefore, I have given notice that my last day at PCH will be Friday. Since I'd promised the agency that I could do this through August (2004), this seems more than reasonable. I spoke to my distant boss in person, and left a message for my contact at the agency, telling her that I'm leaving this assignment effective Friday, that I had already told Karen this, and that I would be available for future work in the city.

I then went back and told Cristina and Brenna that I'm leaving, since I didn't know whether Karen would think to notify anyone in our group. I told Marvin a few hours later (he had been away from his desk when I told the other two); Karen hadn't told him, despite having had the three of them in her office for a meeting. His response was "That's terrible", but he understood about the commute.

I left at the usual time, stepped out the front door, and saw a gorgeous piece of red-and-purple sunset sky behind the other building. I stepped a bit left to get a better view, all colors and flowing gray clouds. By the time the van showed up three minutes later, the colors were almost gone, lost to heavier clouds and the turning Earth.

I had a decent workout ( boring details here )