Leaving On My Own Terms

Today, I did it.  I had planned to do it for a while now, but today, I just did it.

When 5:30pm came around, I packed up my stuff and promptly got the fuck out of the office.  I didn’t give a damn who was around or what they were doing.

Ernie sat behind me in his cubicle, doing who knows what.  I truly don’t give a damn about what he does at his cubicle.  I doubt it’s work because he’s really one of the more subpar, mediocre workers in the office.  He thinks that he’s God gift to the office, but from what I’ve seen, he ain’t shit.

When it was time to leave, I grabbed my stuff, ignored him and everyone else in the office, and made my way to the door.  I walked out of there with this true sense of not giving a fuck.  It was liberating.  It felt good too.  I think this could become a thing, a new calling card of sorts for me.

I figure if I can’t leave early, then maybe I can leave the way that I want.

And “that way” would be by ignoring everyone and walking out like I blew something up behind me, like you see in the movies.  It doesn’t have to be in slow motion.  It just has to look like I’m walking forward and not giving a fuck about whatever the hell is happening behind me.  When it comes to not giving a fuck and showing that I truly don’t give a fuck, I am a master.  I have definitely reached that mentality where I don’t give a fuck and it feels good.  Real good.

Sometimes life is all about the small victories.  I’ll cherish this one.

With any luck, I do it all over again tomorrow.