I have spent the last week with a perma-smile. I just can’t shake it. Not that I really want to, but how smug is that?
Every time I talk about quitting my job, or someone congratulates me, I am grinning ear to ear. My boss must think that I hated my job just by how much I love that I have quit. I will say this though, my boss has been great about it.
Yesterday he asked if I was excited or sad. I said “Is it bad if I say excited?” his answer: “What am I going to do? Fire you?”
So I gave him the finger.
The reality is, I have spent 14 years working for a great company, with great co-workers, but it’s time for me to move on.
Tomorrow night, I am going for drinks with my co-workers, a little Farewell Moe party. I originally said I wasn’t going to drink and I would drive home, I have since made arrangements so that I can get sufficiently inebriated while celebrating this life change.
Now, if only I hadn’t made plans to be at McDonalds at 10:00 Saturday morning. Hangover + Playland = No More Smug Smile.
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