I gave my three-weeks notice on Friday, February 12th. I laughed (not really), cried (yes, I did), and finally AWKWARDLY announced my exit. I know it's incredibly unprofessional to cry at work - in front of your boss, no less - but I was overcome with all this intense emotion, it just kind of started out of nowhere. But I never claimed to posses elegance or grace.
I know so far I've mentioned a lot of negatives about my new position, but here are the positives:
- Two-block commute. Literally.
- Normal bosses. So far, so good.
- Possibly every other Friday off.
- Free dental.
- MUCH more interaction with actual people, instead of the usual basement-dwellers. (Yes, we work in a basement.)
I can live with that for at least 6 months, I think.
To make the transition even more awkward, I'll say this: I'm looking for a replacement, so if you're in the Boston area and you're reading this, and you think you might be interested, email me (ekingout AT gmail DOT com), and we'll see what happens. No promises, because shit's complicated.