I quit. how do you like that, universe?

Oh, the places I'll go...when I am unemployed. Signs outside La Leona, en route to El Chaltén from El Calafate
Oh, the places I’ll go…when I am unemployed. Signs outside La Leona, en route to El Chaltén from El Calafate, Patagonia, Argentina

It’s nearly impossible to go back to work after any long vacation, especially after one of the Patagonia variety.

But this Monday was different.

I sat down at my desk, powered up my computer and began the daunting task of wading through hundreds of emails. I could feel that familiar anxiety begin to ooze back into my system. Suffocating. Drowning. Can’t….do….this.

*Ding de ding* Outlook popped up my reminders. Dismiss…dismiss…dismiss…what’s this? Give Two Months Notice? The skies parted, the sun came out, and I could breathe again. Sixteen months ago, I had chosen today to formally communicate my departure date of February 28, 2014. I can do this…for two more months.

I started devising email messages to send my team lead. Before I left for Patagonia, we informally discussed me quitting. Maybe it’s not the smartest thing to express your honest intentions to your lead before the holidays, bonuses and raises, but I trust and respect Patrick. He’s at least 75% of the reason I stuck around for eight years. I couldn’t spring this on him, and every time we spoke, I felt like a liar keeping a huge secret, so I told him.

He knew this was coming. I started typing. Let’s do this. Delete. It’s time. Delete. Today is the day. Delete. Writer’s block. I decided to distract myself by going through my office mail, starting with an official looking letter.

WTF?!?! A $335 traffic ticket from Tucson, Arizona for turning right on red in November!!? Well thank you SO much National Rental Car for helping the city of Tucson track me down.

Just add it to the list of other unforeseen expenses that keep popping up ever since I got real about quitting my job. In fact…maybe the universe is trying to tell me something? I mean:

  • This summer, Madison decided to replace the antiquated sewer system in my neighborhood, ripping up sidewalks along the way. Of course I live on a corner. Still waiting for that bill, but the estimation was not good.
  • Last month I took my vehicle in for a routine oil change, which turned into needing rear brakes, which turned into {insert car talk here} , and $$$$ later, I walked dizzily out of Toyota.
  • Still no word on the Ford Eco Sport stuck in the Patagonian mud…. $ 😦 $
  • I finally replaced my severely cracked windshield in September, only to take a rock to the brand new beauty in December. I thought I was being soooo good by getting the crack filled immediately, but yesterday I noticed it spreading. Sure enough, by the time I got to work, it had spread across the entire windshield and was making squeaky noises to boot. STUPID POLAR VORTEX. What is it with me and windshields? The only silver lining: my truck purred like a kitten when I started it yesterday morning, after sitting outside for two weeks in the middle of this Wisconsin freeze. Money well spent somewhere, I guess.

I just hope my 100+ year old home makes it through the polar vortex unscathed. Not sure how much more crap I can take before the universe wins.

Knock knock.

I grunted a miserable acknowledgement, still glaring angrily at my traffic ticket.

Patrick opened the door. “Yesss. You’re still alive.” What the heck, did everyone think I was going to die in the wilderness?

“Ha, yes. I am.”

“Still leaving?”

Screw you universe. “Yes I am.”

“Alright then. Send me an email so we can get the process started.”

Well, that was easy.

And the countdown begins: 8 weeks until unemployment.

15 Comments on “I quit. how do you like that, universe?

  1. How excitement!! It’s better to do it the planned way, I reckon, even with the am-I-doing-the-right-thing jitters. I’ve quit too many jobs and then had to go home and give my Queen the news. If you liked what Patagonia threw at you, you would love the Pilbara and Kimberly regions of Western Australia, you know you’re alive when all the animals (in AND out of the water), the weather and most of the local are trying to kill you. Come and visit Tosh…great beer. RED

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  2. you’re the best. you know you made the right choice. you always seem to, my AM….always do 🙂

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