I’m sitting in the lobby of my now-ex-employer’s building, leeching off of another tenant’s free wireless and waiting for Laura to pick me up. I don’t work here anymore, and it feels damn weird.
Next Sunday I fly out to Cupertino for indoctrination.
Until then, I’m unemployed. It’s been a long time since that was true.
So, I don’t usually post much about work. Okay, so I don’t usually post much period, but still.
Anyway, I quit my job today. Two weeks notice, the whole deal.
I’ve been here five years, so it’s all feeling very odd, but nice. I may still be in shock. Hard to tell.
After my last day, I’m taking a week off to putter about at home and ride the rails as a hobo crime fighter. If that doesn’t pan out, I’ll be working for a large fruit-based computer maker by the beginning of next month.