Two weeks notice
Had a meeting with my manager yesterday. He’s giving his two weeks notice and will be gone by the 15th. He’s leaving to manage a bowling alley/restaurant/pool hall/family fun center place in Lynnwood. He said he was tired of working in the insurance world – too much nasty, dishonest, mean people. Now he gets to work with people who are coming to have fun. Lucky.
Well, we’ve gone from four to two. Mike, my co-worker, left last week and moved to another division. This position just wasn’t working out for him because he’s not big on marketing and couldn’t handle the pressure.
Kyle and I watched “Into the Wild” Monday night. Totally awesome movie and in relation to all that’s been going on – it really makes me wonder if this is where I belong. Should I be pursuing my dreams? Or should I be sticking it out a little longer? I always kind of looked at this job as the delaying part of ‘delayed gratification.’ I work hard now for a greater pay-out in the future. That’s how it’s supposed to work, right?
Hmmmm, it’s a lot to think about. In the meantime, I’ve got a lot of work to do that I’ve just inherited. Blah.
