I went to lunch with friends, caught up on the work I haven't done because I wanted to pace myself this week, which meant...I hadn't done anything, I came in late...conveniently saw one of my managers as this happened, and cried when I had to say goodbye to someone.
But yesterday, when I locked my keys in my car, I was trying to make myself feel better, I realized I have never forgotten my work badge AND have never spilled any kind of food on my desk.
Why is a 2 week notice even necessary? It's kind of painful. I guess it really makes up your mind that you don't want to be around anymore.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment