I can’t tell you how great I feel, and I am a bit surprised, considering I am really broke. I got canned yesterday. The boot. The ax. Don’t let the proverbial door hit you on your way out. The sense of pure relief was overwhelming…
It went like this, in my mind:
Wait… let me get this straight…you are absolving me of any guilt I may feel in actually “walking out the fricking door since the day I started” because it is irresponsible and perhaps unwise at this point in my economic insecurity? You are doing it for me? Sounds too good to be true. What’s the catch? Can I leave right now? This second?
(All of a sudden, I want to kiss you. Is that weird?)
I can walk outa here and NEVER come back and enjoy this day, and the next, and the one after that? With no guilt? Including the guilt I had each and every day in not doing somewhat meaningful work? And I will be raising the bar on my own value, instead of feeling like a lump of shit every day I subjected myself to your piece of crap orginization that misappropriated my overqualified and disgruntled ass?
I will now get back to my real path and take the valuable lessons I have learned, which are many. (Including humbling myself, even if it doesn’t sound like it yet)