Turning Over a New Leaf… of Poverty *

Alright, ladies and gents.  Here it is.  The moment I’ve been talking about for fucking ever.  I’m putting in my notice at work on Monday.

Ugh.  This means writing a letter of resignation.  Maybe I’ll copypaste something from the interwebs and plug in key phrases.

I intend to give three weeks notice, for… reasons?  I’m not entirely sure why.  Actually, let me think this through.  I get paid this Friday.  That’ll cover the previous two weeks of employment, right?  But not the CURRENT week, obvs, so if I work for two more weeks… I can just give two weeks and I’ll still have a full second check for rent next month.  Yes.  This makes sense, I think.  Dude, I only have to give two weeks!  Okay.  Two weeks are going in tomorrow.  Holy shit.  Scary.  SCARY.

I have nothing lined up, FYI.  I intend to contact my old temp agency.  I’ll spend the next two weeks learning Excel and Outlook and re-taking their test, probs.  Oh, I guess that means I need to torrent the suite.  Ugh.  I hate pirating software.  I feel like I always fuck up the crack.  I’m not as computer savvy as I look, guyz.  I can barely follow basic instructions like a grownup.

I don’t know why I decided tomorrow is the day to do this.  I just did, and now that it’s in my head, I can’t imagine any other course of action.  Fuck it, ya know?  Just… fuck it.  I’m ready for something new.  Anything.  I need more from this world than what I’m getting right now.  Part of the reason I get so caught up in boy drama is because the rest of my life is painfully dull and repetitive.  I have absolutely nothing to say about my job.  Nothing to think about it, even.  I’ve been interacting with the same people every day for the last two fucking years, and they got boring to me after 6 months.  The job itself got boring even faster.  I still found it vaguely satisfying for a while, but that time has long passed.  I’m just over it.  I’m over it.

I intend to tell my boss, ask her to keep it on the DL, and the only other people who’ll know are gonna be the coworkers on my Facebook.  Everyone else will just suddenly see that I’m no longer doing the job.  Hooray!

I may have to train someone, but, eh.  At least that would be something NEW, for fuck’s sake!

I’m not nearly as nervous as I should be, giving up a steady income to do unsteady temp work.  And I’m WAY more excited than I should be.  I get to do new things!  Yay!  Holy shit, stuff happens in the world!

Idealist.org is a thing.  A thing I will potentially use to find a job.  I really didn’t expect to see anything on there that’s like, "this requires you to be able to read and write and not much else, GOOD LUCK."  Which is kinda what I need, since I have no education and minimal work experience.  But there IS shit like that on there!  Gotta hit it hard with resumés, man.

I need to finish fixing my resumé.

I may have to ask my brother to sit down and help me with it some time this week.  Also I need to ask Alicia (his wife) to help me learn how to feed myself with no money.  I’m really bad at that, especially in Seattle, where groceries are expensive and I’ve convinced myself I can afford hippie dippie organic shit when I really can’t.

Right, I was gonna go grocery shopping.  On it.  ON IT.

EDIT: So everyone’s telling me this is a terrible idea and I will die in a fiery pit of poverty, but I should also add that I’ve become so lackadaisical about doing my job that I’ll probably get fired soon anyway.  So, there’s that factor.