Eek

So, a lot of things have happened. Mainly, I quit.

I gave my notice earlier than I was expecting, and I am working a week longer than I was hoping, but it's all on the table now and I'm just trying to make it though the next three weeks. My anxiety level is like SKY HIGH, mostly because I just want to get out of here so badly. The way things went down was NOT cool, and that definitely was not my fault. Babies are running this company I tell you! I let myself be bummed about the situation for about two days, and then I just got excited about what the future will bring.

I'm not going to get into the details of what happened, because two Fridays ago I wrote this whole rant about a fat corporate asshole who wronged me, and then went home and smoked weed and got paranoid that somehow he would read it and fire me. Which actually, wouldn't be bad because then I could collect unemployment, but I was kind of tweaking out and imagined this whole scenario where the company would make an example out of me and publicize what happens when you hate blog your work place. So then I deleted the post and made this blog invisible for about 48 hours and then remembered that maybe I want to become a writer so I changed it back to public. Which quite possibly could have gone unnoticed because I don't know how many people actually read this thing other than my mom and aunt. Hi ladies.

So, it's official. My last day of work is July 15th. That means 16 work days left. Wuh. BUT once I am done I will have two weeks to just straight fuck around in the city. And then also potentially a life time after that because I have nothing concrete planned yet.

I really am just checking in because I have not been good at blogging lately and I am currently BORED. Being Boss is a mix of extreme crazy time and slumped over in boredom desperation time. Other things- I'm going to that friend wedding I mentioned in my first post this weekend. Wish me good hair luck! My dress is awesome so no worries in that department. Won't it be funny if I turn out to be a boy? This blog so mysterious, no?!?

I know!

It's been so long!

After the post vacation depression wore off (mostly), things went into hyperdrive over here. Gag.

It's the one month stretch, you guys, and its SO HARD. Everyday is like a close-but-no-cigar type scenario. When all I want to do is reply to every annoying email with, "I don't care and I probably hate you," I instead have to be like, "Oh sure, I'll rearrange a thousand things to accommodate YOU. It's my PLEASURE!!! XOXO." Seriously. People I've never met in real life sign their emails to me with xoxo.... whyyyyy? I know you don't love me! You don't even know what my face/body/shoes look like. For all you know I could wear these everyday:

BAAAAAARF barfbarfbarfbarf

The last two months did actually go by pretty quickly though and I just counted and this time I made no mistakes: 19 DAYS of work left!!!!!!!!! NINETEEN. I just got tingly. When I walk out of this building for the last time I will definitely look like this:

Then I might barf and go hug my dog for one week straight, because it's actually kind of scary to have no solid plan and basically drop the life I've been leading for the last four years in search of a better one....

(ps. - better life does not include better friends, family, boyfriends BTW. xoxo- I MEAN IT!)