Or, if you don’t have the time for all of that, how about this:
Two weeks, but same sentiment. A weight has been lifted. I haven’t felt this free since, since, oh! Since I left LNR! Hahahahahaha. If you know me at all, if you’ve read this blog for years (which means no one, lol. No wait, sorry, Ro. You know.), you know how bad that was.
In what can only be described as standard fashion, my boss did not reply to my resignation email and has yet to say anything about it. She did, however, without hesitation, forward my email to my coworker before I even had an opportunity to tell her. I’m talking I pressed send at 8:06, was in a conversation with my coworker, and at 8:10 she was asking me about it. I’m not gonna say my soon-to-be former boss is excited about my departure, but I’d guess we might shit on each other’s desks if we could.
The tide is high, the relief level is high, plans are in place, the team is go.
Did I tell you I’ve started (making attempts at) jumping rope? I don’t think I did it much as a kid, although I do remember some fun sessions of Chinese jump rope (in it, out it, side by side it, on it, in it, out it). It’s easy if I’m just dicking around, but I’m trying to learn shit. Be all cool like a boxer. Currently, I’m doing good if I can jump 100 times in a row without whipping myself with the ropes. Baby steps.
Ok, I’m done. Have a rocking great Friday and let the congregation say ROCO!!