by this time tomorrow, i hope i will have gotten the nerve up to turn in my two week's notice and thus be free of employment. this should give me ample freedom to hug a bottle of vodka reassuringly to myself whenever i want in anticipation of getting the bar exam results.
unemployment! freedom! yay!
and so, i've decided what the hell. it's time for me to quit.
the timing of this actually works out for me: wouldn't it be better for the office if i were gone instead and just have the third temp girl take my place? that way, she could stay on and not have to go to a strange new office and get used to a different group of people. and the office, too, would benefit because they wouldn't necessarily have to start from scratch in teaching the girl the nuances of my job (even though it's a purely rubber-stamping job, there are still nuances to my job -- there really are!!)
i'm not sure whether the bosses would ask the girl to stay, but i've already talked about it on the down-low with her. her last day of work is scheduled to be friday, november 2. i asked her if she was interested in staying on longer with this office and in taking my position. i told her that if she was interested, i could totally work it for her with what limited power i have over management. the girl said it was all good either way because she's been trying to find a permanent position herself elsewhere within the system, and although she would prefer a position at another office located closer to her house, she also wouldn't mind staying on at this particular office, either.
she also said that she wouldn't be surprised if management did offer her a chance to take my position. if they did offer it to her, she said she'd consider it but wouldn't automatically accept it per se.
she's a good girl. good head on her shoulders. i'm sure things will work out for her either way.
in any case, tomorrow i'll hand in my notice, which is never an easy thing for me to do. not to sound all big-headed, but my bosses and co-workers always tend to love me -- and it sucks to have to disappoint the people who love me and have such faith in me. . . .
so . . . wish me luck.














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