“OK. I’m leaving.” No one in the office reacted, too distracted to notice me standing by the door. “I’m not kidding. This is it. I’m really leaving this time.” This only led to being ignored some more.
Frankly I’m not really surprised I didn’t get much attention for my big departure. After all I did give notice way back in April, and we had a goodbye lunch on Wednesday, and I think I said goodbye to everyone a million times. But still, a little more than a distracted “Uh, bye!” would have been nice.
But let’s not get distracted from the point here. Did you catch that first sentence up there?
Uh hun. That’s right. I’m done. Said goodbye. Set up an official “I’m gone, call my replacement.” out of office message on my email. Packed up my
shit stuff. And left.
And now? Well now I’m officially a Professional Freelance Writer. Can you believe it? Yeah, neither can I. No more goofing off. It’s all about the serious use of words from now on. Can’t go wasting mah preeshus talent, ya know.
Yeah, right, who am I kidding. And who would pity me anyway? I’m living my dream. I make my own hours, write to my heart’s content, and get paid for it. What could be sweeter? Spending more time with my kids? Oh, yeah, I get to do that too now. Cook more often and take care of the house? Ditto.
Seriously, pinch me, I must be dreaming.