I just gave notice at work today. Four more weeks.
When I first mentioned it to my manager, he reacted with "so, you've had enough?"
No, it's a great job, but my wife and I have decided to take a year off and travel around the world, etc
It was indeed a tough decision. I like my job and it's the best job I've had so far. I felt a lot of stress recently, but that's not the job's fault; it's mostly an undesired side-effect of my trying to juggle too many things at once: work, family, trip planning, hobbies, writing... it wouldn't be easy on anybody, unless you're Dilbert's pointy-haired boss and you know how to delegate everything...
Most of the people that I shared this news with are very curious, where I'm going and what I will do. It's certainly not your average job departure. My manager and his manager suggested that they would be delighted to have me work in this group again when I come back. It would be nice, but of course they can't promise anything, and I don't expect them to. A lot can happen in one year.
OK, now we're really on, there's no way back.
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Thursday, March 8, 2007
The point of no return
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