I tendered my resignation today, and for as much as that job has made me miserable more than once, I ended up staring out over the oddly-frigid expanse of Bellevue with tears in my eyes. I'm not sure why, so I'm just going to chalk it up to an infantile anger that leaving wasn't fully on my own terms. Thinking that I'd actually grown attached to some of those people is an enormity that I can't comprehend.
So here I sit thumbing my Sony Reader absently, listening to Massive Attack (thanks iTunes, I didn't need help brooding), and contemplating a new start that I didn't entirely want. It seems I've found misery in deliverance.
So here I sit thumbing my Sony Reader absently, listening to Massive Attack (thanks iTunes, I didn't need help brooding), and contemplating a new start that I didn't entirely want. It seems I've found misery in deliverance.