This is me from now until 3/15/12.

Dave: Hey everybody, I got an announcement to make. Ding, ding, ding. I quit. Kiss my ass everybody. Excuse me. Can I have a quick word with you? Uh, kiss my ass. Could you type a memo of that and send it around? I quit.

Thank you, Dave Chappelle, for summing up my emotions. Deuces. All over the place.


I put in my two weeks notice today

and I feel amazing. I’d like to say that I’ve never felt this alive, but that’d be a lie. The only thing stopping my happiness from being HAPPINESS is the fact that it’s with the same firm & it’s not really what I want to do. Which I would be ok with if the pay were better. But both the job and pay are better than what I have now, so I shouldn’t complain.

The one thing cheering me up – I have a second interview tomorrow for a much, much bigger and better job outside of the company that looks very promising. Basically my dream job that I expected to get in 3-4 years. So we’ll see!

Something that has been bothering me for the past two months…

In a meeting at the end of December, I was complaining to my manager discussing my job search frustrations when she asked what the status of my search was.

I basically said something along the lines of: it’s complete CRAP that I’ve busted my ass the past 2 years not only working harder than anyone else here, but also finishing grad school while working 55-hour weeks at the same time; all while watching complete slackers and morons schmooze their way out of the department into better jobs. And to add insult to injury, all of you fools here have the audacity to say something about my new lack of enthusiasm (for obvious reasons) and its effect on my performance, while at the same time announcing that I have better stats than everyone else.

And this chick had the nerve to say: “Well, you know – you should be glad. You’ve accomplished a lot more than I had at your age. I didn’t even go to college.”

At the risk of sounding like a brat, it’s not my fault that you chose the life you chose. You could have done something else. I choose to strive for more – that’s me. It doesn’t make me better than ANYONE, I just chose to do the things I’ve done in an effort to avoid the crappy situation I’m in, so yes – it sucks when your hard work doesn’t pay off and others are rewarded for slacking. That’s a slap in the face. So don’t you dare sit here and try to make me feel better and say “Oh, well – you might not be where you want to be, but you’ve already done a lot!” Bitch, please.

This is something significant that I’ve realized in my last few years of maturing. It’s all relative. “Making it” for some people could be making $20,000 a year and being ok with not ever buying a house. Me – I’m shooting for six figures. And it’s important to me to own a home. (It happened about five years too soon, but whatever.) The point is that “good enough for you” isn’t good enough for me. I can’t measure you by my standards – that’s not fair. So for her to do that to me, just rubbed me the wrong way. I refuse to apologize for wanting what I want from life. And I damn sure won’t settle and say “oh, it’s ok. I can just stop now, I guess I have done a lot. I should be happy.” Not happening. No, financial achievements don’t equal happiness for me, but I believe in working hard and living the life you want as a result. That’s how my parents raised me. They did too good a job of enforcing the whole “you can be anything you want to be!” thing. Now they got me all ambitious. Why couldn’t you people just raise me to have lower standards?, geez. Giving me role models and such…

In conclusion: Can’t stop. Won’t stop. Don’t let the haters dull your shine. Ever.

New Job


  • It’s across the parking lot from my current building, so change in commute is zero. I don’t hate being 10 minutes from work.
  • I’ll get paid more
  • As my mom put it, I keep my “seniority.” So I keep my vacation time/benefits and stuff. Good to not have to start at square one in a company as a newbie
  • It’s not my current job (CRUCIAL.)



  • It’s still not EXACTLY what I want to do, but it’s experience I guess
  • My brain is going to hurt
  • I can kiss the rest of my life goodbye – these people work 12-hour days on the REG. It was nice knowing you, Sleep.
  • I kind of have a foul taste in my mouth over working in an area that was RUDE to me for a while; this should be one of those situations where you say “Way to go!! You never gave up!” But I’m really just like…get over yourselves…but thanks for hiring me?


And you know what’s funny? When I realized I’d get a pay increase, my initial thought was “yess, I get to put more money into savings each month!” When I told my mom, she asked me “Ooh – so what’s the first thing you’re going to buy?!” I was kind of offended, and got the serious tone with her like “whoa, slow down – I’m not even about that, mother.” Am I growing up?! This doesn’t feel right. lol