End of an Error
I’m a free man. I walked out of my workplace for the last time this afternoon. The job that I took essentially out of desperation, three months into a brutal streak of unemployment, is done. Over. No more. The mismanagement, lack of work, poorly thought out assignments, and gopher work? All done. I made it out just short of my one year anniversary, which is still longer than I would have liked.
And so, I gave myself a five day weekend before starting my new job.
About that: it’s a $5 and hour raise. But there is a commute. I’ll be working in the Belly of The Beast. Well, maybe not the belly, but something close to the belly. More like the Pancreas of The Beast, really.
All in all, things are looking up.
