I'm just going to smack you with it - I have a new job.
It happened really quickly. I was looking for something perfect, and in exactly a week, I had it.
My last day is tomorrow.
I know. Tomorrow.
This has been a long process. Besides being patient for the right opportunity, it took me a long time to come to terms with leaving. I ran the gammut with emotions - anger, guilt, sadness, apathy, and contentment.
I haven't had any second thoughts, which is very out of character for me. I love to overanalyze everything, and the incessant indecisiveness just isn't coming. I am thrilled. I think the atmosphere is going to be nurturing, I've been told the people are great, and I'm looking forward to the work.
You would think that the hardest part would be leaving the friends I've made. That's actually my second-hardest part. The hardest part has been my friends leaving me. And not my friends who used to work with me who now have new jobs. But the friends who I still work with who are seemingly fine with me leaving. It makes me sad to think that I'm the only one who is affected; business as usual for everyone else (with a few noteable exceptions). Deep down, I know that everyone is excited for me. But I guess I just expected it to be a bigger deal for everyone else since it is a huge deal for me.
I cried when I gave my notice. Like, brought-my-own-Kleenex-in-with-me cried. I mean, if you're not emotional when you leave something, then you didn't do it right, right?
P.S. Dave and I were at a party last weekend. We were talking with one of Dave's friends about how big the party was.
Dave: Does this look like 50-60 people?
Brian: Umm...
Angela: At my last count, it was 35. [incredulous stares from Dave and Brian] What? I'm an accountant! I count things!!
