2-Weeks Notice

I put in my two weeks notice at my job on Friday, Nov 13th. Technically, my last day is Friday, Nov 28th. That’s a holiday and I need to train someone, so my real last day should be in about two weeks. They haven’t hired anyone to replace me yet. I hope they do soon because this waiting period is cruel.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I love the people, the place, the location…everything is wonderful. But I’m leaving my job to work for FXP full-time. I’ve been slaving away on FXP for almost a year now. There was NO WAY I was passing up the opportunity to do it full time. I only wish the opportunity would have came sooner, like before I got my job for instance. But I can’t always have your way so I’m doing what I can.

My feelings about it vary from day to day. Some days I’m sad about leaving my job knowing I will miss the people, the peaceful-but-hectic environment, and parts of my job. Then other days I’m ready to go and pursue what it is I really want to do with my life. On those days, I feel like I’m at a professional standstill and want my last day to be that day.

When I was a kid and I had jobs, I would just quit without notice. I would just not show up to work one day and then I guess in two weeks, they would notice I haven’t been there in two weeks. That’s a horrible way to be, but I didn’t want to deal with quitting and then having to explain….then having to STAY when I know my last day was coming soon. To me, what’s the point of staying? I guess the purpose of a two-weeks notice is to give the employer adequate time to replace you. But, I think it is also a form of torture and to have to stay longer than that is just cruel and unusual punishment. Like I said, I love my job. But the longer I stay, the more attached I get or the more frustrated — depending on what day it is.

I’ll survive this though. I’m a grown up and this is what grown-ups do.