I'll leave but I won't say goodbye
You can't PNG me. I quit!
Suggestions were made to me at the beginning of the year that went something like this: "You're going someplace neat. You should write home about it". For the last few months I've been home and back at work so I haven't been writing.
I left in a hurry and finished my last checklist (more goddamn badges) a few hours before sealing my suitcase. There were a few loud noises and some important people made silly decisions but thankfully, nothing big enough to slow my roll. I got to select and train my replacement. I introduced 'em to my colleagues and our contractors. I did a last run through the international ghetto, drank myself into a quick stupor, and hopped on a plane. No goodbyes that I didn't have to. I'd like to come back and besides: I'll see 'em all again. And if I get lucky I'll work with them. The world’s too small not to.
I don't see a lot of hope but as long as my colleagues can keep working, they will. And as long as they keep working there's a chance things could get better. Hell, there's a chance I'll get hit by a bus and wake up looking like Rupert Everett. It could happen.
I came back home to keep doing the same job I'd been doing before I left. This time I knew everyone who called and wrote, I'd been to the places I heard about, and I knew how to fix the problem before even hearing the end of the sentence. The job was easier, I was more productive, and I've never been more bored. So I'm headed back to school to get an MA in 'Shit Done Blowed Up - Whatchu Gonna Do Bout It?' and be yelled at by people who definitely know more than I do. If I'm lucky this means I'll be able to go right back into the same line of work for a little more cash and a lot more blame.
Hopefully I'll get to work and travel during the semester breaks. And if I do, I'll write about it. So on with the show