Tuesday, August 10, 2004

It's an awfully good feeling when you turn in your resignation letter and the reaction to said letter is a collective, horrified, blood-curdling scream. Right now there is a veritable herd of academics looking very confused and stammering, But ... you can't ... what the hell are we supposed to do NOW?

It's a powerful feeling, watching this panic, and one that does my ego good.

A rational human being would have a good long soak in this feeling, then get the hell out of the tub. A rational human being would concentrate fully on their new job and give little thought to the duties they've left behind.

However, as we all know, I am not a rational human being. Where once stood a semi-bumbling slacker with no regard for credit rating or the vagaries of real estate now stands a married, homebuying-obsessed lunatic, a woman who looks at her husband and says things like, how the fuck are we ever going to afford to have a kid if you insist upon drinking beer?, a woman who would kick small children, in front of their own mothers, if someone offered her a large sum of money to do so.

It was this woman who was in a meeting yesterday with a Head IT Guy, who basically looked at the woman and said, Listen, lady, we're sort of screwed here. Would you consider continuing to do some of your current duties after you quit, on a contract basis? And before he even finished his sentence, that woman pumped her fist in the air and screamed, Hell yes! I will do anything short of active prostitution for extra cash! Sign me up!

So, at this point, based on the list of "freelance" things I'm going to continue to do while working a 40-hour week at another place of business, I think I might have just agreed to keep my current job while simultaneously quitting it, and by the time they find a replacement for me, which will no doubt take months, I will be a blubbering heap of goo with no social life and nothing but a pair of eerie, too-much-computer-screen glowing eyeballs attached to remind my loved ones that I was, at one point, a real human being.

But ... it'll be worth it, right? When we buy the house? Right?
 
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