Last Weekend

The week is almost past me, and I now have only two days left of work - and I really could not be more excited! Any doubts I had over my shaky financial plan evaporated after I went to my last management meeting today. Aside from giving the occasional insight or reasonable question, I spent the whole time laughing manically inside my head about all the things I wouldn't have to deal with anymore. It was glorious. 

It was a positive meeting overall though, and everyone said they would miss me and sent me off with well wishes. I'm also fairly certain I could get a fantastic letter of recommendation out of the owner if I needed it, and that makes me happy. 

Despite all the trials and tribulations I've dealt with and witnessed there, I'm glad I was able to quit on a good note - not an easy thing to do there, as many of my coworker-friends would testify to, having left there in nothing short of a blood bath. I'm feeling rather lucky, though I'd like to chalk some of that up to my even-tempered nature. And you know, my evil superpowers. 

So now I start my laundry list of goals to accomplish in the next month or two. 

1. Travel a little (or a lot)
2. Clean up my life (room, bathroom, car)
3. Get into shape
4. Hang out with non-work friends (who may have been abducted by aliens for all I know [although the aliens must give them access to facebook? what nice aliens!])
5. Practice marimba
6. Write
7. Get hired again

Because, unfortunately, no one can live on zero-income. I'm pleased that I have saved up enough money to feel safe taking some time off for myself, and I'm going to take advantage of that and try to find a job that I really like. Or at least one that doesn't make me feel like I need to take months away from any kind of work just to recuperate. 

The first travel trip may actually be down to southern California to visit my vacationing mother (she has such great timing!). She always encouraged me to give my work my all, and didn't quite understand my insatiable need to quit until very recently when I visited home for a late Christmas.

"You really dread going to work everyday, don't you?"

When I answered with an emphatic YES, she gave me her hesitant approval to quit, which I didn't realize I'd been waiting for. My mom's opinion has always meant a lot to me. That bit of acknowledgment, that no one should force themselves to live a life that makes them so genuinely unhappy, was the courage I needed to finally make those plans, and hopefully, to eventually improve my life.

(So thanks, Mom).

Anyway. Plans are in the works! And I am still happy with my decision.