I didn't get the job I interviewed for 2 weeks ago. I think my lack of programming experience was a big factor. But, onto new opportunities, right?
My last day in town is next Friday. No seriously, I'm leaving. You want proof? I bought a 1 way plane ticket leaving from Newark a week from Tuesday. I gave away my tv. I told Carol & John's Comic Shop to cancel my subscriptions after the 7th (I only have 2, but still). Ebay auctions, people! Numerous trips to Half Price Books. Plumbers are finishing their job, I'm trying to get a hold of the guy who reglazes tubs, and my new best friends at Handyman Connection will be out next week. Specs goes to Petsmart by Friday too. I'm living on canned soup, baby carrots, and pb&j sandwiches.
I was in the grocery store right after I came back from AZ when it hit me that I'm not happy (big news, huh?) and I don't have to live like this. I swear, it was exactly like how I came to the decision to split with the ex.
My propensity for rushed and rash movement and decisions after long periods of emotional paralysis should probably be examined as part of my suspected mental instability, but I don't care.
I will send out an email--I'm hosting a last night in town at Bela Dubby 7-9pm. Husband-types and children welcome, and I'm buying the coffee and drinks and giving out hugs.