I thought that handing in my resignation letter would be the hardest part about leaving my job.
But I was wrong. Oh so wrong.
The absolute worst part of quitting is that, for the next three weeks, I will have to endure looks from the people who like me. Normally they would just look at me and smile, but by indicating a small amount of delight--yea, even a hint of glee--that my days here are numbered, I have betrayed them.
At least, that is the feeling I get from them when they gave me the look. You know the one--the "You killed my puppy" look. The deep sadness mingling with absolute betrayal that makes the look-ee feel like their insides should rot and they should just disintegrate on the spot.
Some of these people who like me--well, to be frank, I never got as attached. But some of them. Well, getting that look from them makes me want to hide under my desk for the next three weeks.
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See? Toldja there'd be "You killed my puppy" looks.
(Okay, okay, okay, I admit it: I cheated. You caught me.)
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I'm glad you're quitting. But where are you going?
Somewhere closer to the apartment. Hopefully working part-time up at the school since that would be handy and convenient, or else doing part-time writing work downtown.
My fingers are crossed. I've been applying. But I'm financially secure enough I don't absolutely need a new job until school starts in August.
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