…and I feel fine.
I recall, over two years ago, when I finally announced I was quitting REM (assited living for the disabled), I was estastic. I jumped up and down, laughing with glee, thrilled that it was all finally over.
Last weekend, when I turned in my notice for my current job, there was… doubt.
Not that I’m doing the right thing, because I know I am, even if everyone says otherwise. I have to get out of here. I was more worried about how the management at the hotel would react; but they’ve been pretty cool about it. And on my last day, I’ll be training my 14th part-time night auditor. (My full-time replacement is already trained.)
So everything seems to be working out for the best. Woo-hoo!