Today is my last day of work.
I'm a nostalgic kind of person. I keep photo albums...and in a trunk, there is every picture I've ever taken that didn't make it into the photo albums. I have notes I passed in 5th grade, and they didn't survive by accident. I kept them. Because I'm a keep-and-cry-about-them-later person.
But I'm not feeling the least bit sad about leaving this job. Sure, it paid well enough, and I learned proofreading, BenchPress, and how pompous public health authors are, but the main lesson I learned here?
Don't waste time doing something you're not interested in. Sure, I was panicked, with about a three-week window to get a job (and more importantly a fix on my job's location), and the money was good and the hours decent. But really? There are so many places I wish I had worked while I was here. The National Preservation Society, the Land Trust Association, the Building Museum...
So next time, I'm not settling for something I know I can do with my eyes hut. Here's to being challenged.
And my novel selling for an unprecedented advance, so the whole issue becomes irrelevant anyway :)
-- NOT THAT IT HAS, MIND YOU. just that it should.
Delivering a wedding present.
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