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I'm a wuss. But I am feeling better about myself so it's okay.

I gave notice. I gave two weeks and said if they want me to leave sooner, that is just fine. But my last day is the 6th, no matter what.

I wanted to give a big F. You! but I decided that I wouldn't like myself if I did that and so I am phasing myself out.

So, in sum: I am a wuss, but at least I am a relieved wuss.

Nifty

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Let me explain . . . No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

I can't get that rassafrassen "Milkshake" song out of my head and now I reeeeeeeeally want one. Despite the bitter, bitter cold. Mmmmm, milkshake.

So, the reasons behind my totally wussy, not taking a stand in any way decision to give notice instead of just flat out quitting:

1) It isn't me. I hate it there, and I would still feel such guilt over leaving them in the lurch.

2) It certainly makes me look good.

3) Bridges? Not burned. Though I hope to god I never have to cross them again.

4) Wuss

But it's okay. And it's surprising how much I don't care about work now that I am officially officially leaving. WooHoo!

There is so much I could do tonight! Yet so little I feel like doing.

I could:
Wash dishes
Work on Spander fic
Work on Giles fic
Read Roots
Read The Di Vinci Code
Read 1984
Clean
Watch a movie
Watch Carnivale
And more.

But I just found a new Spuffy AU fic and I think I will just read that. Spike is a Rock star.

And I have to say, I have no problem seeing Spike as a rock star in an AU fic despite the fact I have seen JM in concert (dur pretty). I can separate fiction from reality. When it is for the greater good.

I think I'll make s'mores.

And not think about telling my head hunter that I am not leaving yet, despite my panicked call last week, and that I am not taking a job through them, despite all they have done for me.

I suck.

Question of the day (because of scaryveinybb's post:

Is Vegemite really a savory spread?