So, once I confirmed the job offer from the employer that shall remain nameless, I turned in my two weeks notice to my scatter-brained boss. This was about a week and a half ago, and I've basically been running out the clock ever since. It's very liberating, I must tell you. I guess this would be the "Acceptance" stage if I had a terminal illness. No visible tattoo's according to the dress code? Guess who's been wearing short sleeved shirts? No jeans? That's too bad, becauase I've been lookin' damn sexy in mine for the last week and a half. I'm seriously considering coming in to work drunk at this point.
I called in to my HR department and confirmed that I have about two and a half days of time off that I have accrued since I started. Today is Monday. I start the new job on Friday...
Hmmmmmmmm.
I'm seriously considering just using those up rather than having to drive to Torrance for the next three days and help with some file archiving. I mean, come on! Fucking Torrance?! That's just taking advantage, man. Do I look drunk? No. Am I wearing a prom dress? No.
So stop trying to fuck me.
Has anyone in the blogosphere that checks in to my little corner been in this situation? Speak up!
7 comments:
Hmm... I think my boss is trying to get me to quit, but somehow, I think that's not the same thing.
Every time I've put my notice in, the higher ups either get pissed off that I'm leaving and tell me not to bother coming in or they get all sappy and shed actual tears. Which is creepy. Trust me.
I say use your days off and tell them they can bite you.
Brite - Your wish is my command.
I have been coming in to work either incredibly hungover or late, with visible piercings/tattoos and in jeans and busted converses for about a year and a half now. So far this week I haven't even opened the program I'm supposed to be working on, I haven't set foot in my lab in months.
They will not fucking fire me. Bastards. Guess this is what happens when your job only exists because it's a status symbol for someone.
Just 8 more months and then I can leave.
I also vote for the using up your days off and telling them to bite you angle.
Well, I've always tried to leave with a good impression... but your way sounds like WAY more fun than mine.
Go for it!
No, I'm stuck in my own personal hell.
But good luck with the new job!
:) Bella
The very reason I am my own boss!
I would never make it working for someone other than myself. :o)
How did Friday go?
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