2 weeks, well, not even

I did it. I accepted my new position and officially gave my two weeks at my old one.

I am a new woman!

I’m excited. I’m relieved. I’m proud of myself. I’m looking forward to making a good amount of money and not answering anyone’s phone but my own. (I swear, this is almost better than the money at this point. I hate the effing phones so effing much).

And it was okay. My office and boss knew this was coming. They usually let people go right away when they quit, but not the admins, no no. I gave my two weeks and they’ll want me to train the new girl. My boss even said she’d want me to be a part of the interview process, which is nice. It was quick and painless, I was in and out and she was very cool about it. I even heard her telling her boss, and saying exactly what I told her, not making up some excuse why I had to leave. It’s the truth, there is no where for me to go here. I must leave!

If there is one thing that is really great that I’ve gotten from this job, it’s respect, and I appreciate that. I’ve always been told thank you, I’ve always had my voice heard, I’ve always been trusted, and that’s a really nice thing.

But folks, it is time to move on and move on I will. I will not stay where I cannot move forward!

So now I move forward to real estate development. JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED! Not really, not really at all…but it’s something I might be interested in, who knows? They’re rehabbing a bunch of old historic buildings, and that’s kinda neat. And maybe I’ll learn something that will make me even MORE money. Eh…maybe. Either way, I’ll be making good money at a good job with nice people and that’s enough.

So I’m looking forward to my three day weekend, to seeing some old friends and doing some wandering around.

Oh…gotta go…the effing phone is ringing.