My cubicle shelf life is apparently 3 months and 12 days. Who knew?
I'm sad, and relieved, and also feeling what I guess is grief for the career I thought existed for me at that company.
Kind of like when you know a guy is Just No Good, but you've gotten used to imagining your lives together. Dreaming of having children, the house you'd live in, the morning sun on his face?
And then you DTMFA and you know it's Right, and you know you're better off, but those daydreams still make you sad?
It's sort of like that. With more paperwork and no sex.
I've got an interview lined up already, and my actually dreamy husband and I are looking into a consulting thang we maybe could do together.
Whew.
Posted by Liz at January 17, 2008 01:32 AM