June 6th 2005
when can I stop circling?
During last night’s weekly phone call with the Angst-in-laws, my mother-in-law asked me how things were going at work. I said I felt like I was in a holding pattern. I’m working on a couple of new things, but nothing really taxing. I said it was just sort of boring.
And she said, “You know, it’s hard to have your heart in something when you know you’re leaving.”
This is why 2-weeks’ notice is such a good thing. Every time I’ve been offered a job, I’ve given two weeks’ notice right then and there. Done. Two weeks to wrap up things, take care of administrative details, and say my goodbyes. Two weeks of anticipation, yes, but filled with stuff to take care of. No time to get bored.
It’s probably not fair to say I’m bored right now; I just have no desire to push forward with what I’m doing very quickly. That’s always been my thing—I work fast. And now? Feh. Working fast is the LAST thing I want to do. I don’t want new projects assigned. I don’t want anything on my plate that I could possibly feel anxious about when I leave. I want everything to be neatly, tidily, wrapped up on the day I say goodbye.
Knowing I’m leaving two months before it’s going to happen sucks. Really.



