I have to figure out a way to break up with the bossman.
I don't want to hurt him, but I can't do it anymore.
I need some space.
I think we should see other companies.
I need more creativity in my work, less coporate-ness.
This working...it's not working for me anymore.
I've never been good at breaking up. Ask the ones I've broken.
Two weeks seems like such an agonizing long time to pick at the festering scab of a bad work relationship.
Sign me up!
F*cking Paul Simon... he's been everywhere lately :)
Oxo is a freak, he thinks Paul Simon is ripping off The Hymnal for melodies.
I wish I had a symbolic key to drop off. The new facility is all keyless and wireless, and yet wired for sound and vision.
I'm telling him and Rhea that I need the day off tomorrow. It's personal.
I'm really going to the Ft. Worth food show with the new bosslady. And her Mama. If he gives me any guff, I'll give notice right then and there AND take Wednesday. Hopefully he will take that as the ultimate act of insubordination and tell me to just go. That's my dream at this point.
Wish me luck. I'm fixin to be much poorer and much happier, inconcievable!