(See #4 of the previous post if none of this makes sense.)
Vacation it is!
Actually, word came down that they had to eliminate one of the two positions, and I was the keeper. BUT, dumbass that I am, I decided to tell my boss that that was the wrong decision. My coworker has three kids and truly likes this job and enjoys working here and will probably stay as long as possible, whereas I don't like this job and am planning to leave it as soon as I can. And they wanted to keep me.
Don't go writing songs about me just yet, because the joke may be on the coworker. On Monday she'll be inheriting all of my work on top of hers. The more I think about, avoiding that fate is reason enough for me to get the hell out.
She sure thinks I'm a hero, though. She'd already been given the bad news when I had to go throw a wrench in the works (sorry for the cliche, Chris) by taking the bullet instead (and again here, Chris). I assured her of my (mostly) selfish motivations, but she is grateful nonetheless.
Unfortunately, I'll be leaving behind the job that drove me to blogging in the first place, with its copious downtime and nobody looking over my shoulder. And no dealing with the public. Shit, I didn't even have to deal with coworkers much. There's a lot to be said for that. Just me and a stack of papers and a computer monitor to distract me from my toil.
But I'm not a stack of papers kind of guy, so it's time to move on. Now that Courtney and I are both unemployed at the same time (a first), what should we do with our limitless freedom but limited funds? Tell me, oh internets, WHAT NOW?!!
(Seriously, I appreciate the supportive comments from earlier today, but this really is not a sad occasion. I welcome it or else I wouldn't have done it. I left without exactly being laid off or fired, and that's how I wanted to go. So YAY ME!)