So, I put in the two weeks without incident. The big boss was, of
course, disappointed, but wished me well, and said they’d welcome me
back should circumstances allow for it. About as well as I could have imagined it going.
Classic ‘mountain-out-of-a-molehill’ sequence, where my anxiety about
it allowed me to make it much worse than it was going to be. Praise God
for continuing to show me the error of my ways.
So what’s next on the work front? I’m not sure. Something that’s not
glorified labor, to be certain. I might take a little time away from
working, with classes starting up, and having not had a week off in
almost two years. That, and I’m sitting on boatloads of cash.
(Speaking of which, hello, burnout. I’d hoped I’d never have to deal
with you, but I know you were on my tail the last little while. What
with work, school, and even play becoming more and more of a grind some
days. Thought you’d got me, didn’t you? Well, we managed to avoid that.
But we’ll have to see. You’ve got two weeks, and then I’m a free man.
Bring it. Let’s see what you got.)
I should know better than to taunt my elders. These next two weeks are going to be killer.
On the ‘this might be ironic’ front, Dennis got a contract from
Scotiasomethingorother (not Scotiabank, apparently. At least, I don’t
think so), and now has full-time work, and a salary. Dennis, if you
could comment with details, that’d be appreciated. Those who aren’t
Dennis, congratulate him with effervescence- both in person, and in
this space. I demand it.
I’ll talk to you folks later.