today i turned in my two week notice a week before schedule. i'm pretty happy about it, esp since leff gives it the thumbs up.
i mean, really. i'm going to work at a place that can't tell me my work schedule until that very day?!? (ex: monday's schedule will be given to me on monday when i get there, tues on tues, etc.)
i'm all for keeping a flexible schedule buuuuut, no fucking way is that going to fly with me. i have to have some semblence of structure in my life.
now to the weeping part. it's not even remotely related to leaving el jobbo de craptitude. nope, it's allergies.
i'm only mentioning it here because i startled myself. (keep reading. it'll make sense in a minute.)
earlier this morning, i grabbed an armload of seattle travel guides from the library. i've been steadily working my way through them between flickr breaks.
i was reading a section on seattle's co-ops (plentiful, been around at least 50 years) when i found myself starting to tear up! (which is odd, because i don't cry unless maimed or...well, yeah, maimed pretty much covers it.)
and i thought "damn! i can't hate memphis THAT much, can i? and this isn't exactly the most beautifully, moving prose i've ever read about co-ops....what the hell??"
which is when i remembered that i've got the seasonal allergy thing going on.
well, ok, maybe you had to be there...