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One year ago tomorrow I quit my job as Public Relations and Marketing Director of a fine arts center. I wasn't old enough to retire. I didn't start collecting a pension or Social Security. I wasn't old enough to tap my retirement fund. My job was neither hard nor horrible and in many ways it… Continue reading Retirement: My One Year Anniversary
Yesterday, I worked my last day. I'm not sure my brain realizes that yet. I didn't feel like I'd quit my job. I felt like... Friday. Just Friday. I expected to feel an array of emotions and feelings on my last day. Most of all, I thought that when the big day came I would feel relieved and excited. What I… Continue reading Endings: My Last Day on the Job.
Three down and one to go. That's how many weeks notice I gave my employer last month when I quit my job. I'm happy to finally be feeling like my time at work is coming to an end. No, not happy. Ecstatic. The air feels lighter. I feel lighter. There is a light at the end… Continue reading Quitting My Job: The Light At The End Of The Tunnel
I've quit my job and given my four weeks notice. Two weeks down and two to go. A co-worker has claimed "dibs" on my office. She is as anxious to move in as I am to move out. I have the best office in the building. It's big and roomy with a floor to ceiling picture… Continue reading Cardboard Boxes and Paper Bags
I have to admit I was warned. I was told by others before me that when I quit my job, I shouldn't give too much notice. I now understand why. Once you make up your mind to make such a big life change, you want it to be DONE. I gave four weeks notice. I… Continue reading One down, three to go.
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