Sort of. I told my bosses about my godfather. I gave them a mid-August stop date. My departmental manager told me that while “you’re beloved,” he agreed that this was the best thing for me, and that it needed to happen, and that I was quite possibly the smartest person he knew (!). My team leader told me that I was her “favorite,” and that she would miss me terribly. I felt horrible doing it, they are the best bosses a girl could hope for. And our department doesn’t pay that well, and the staff turnover is huge. They are interviewing once a week or so for a newly-vacated position.
::kerplunk:: <— that’s me jumping into the college frey with both feet.
oh my! Swiddles is officially a college chick, a co-ed. Jeeez. Watch out all students, move over Ferris, Parker take a seat. Swiddles is in the house. :rolleyes:
…and an official congratulations dear. You’re doing a wonderful job. Kick some ass, eh!?!
thanks, guys. How strange is it that I post the info here before calling my parents? :rolleyes: Magdalene, I couldn’t find your thread, could you post a link? We could form a support group.
Oh, jeesum, Mully, I don’t know. There are so many options in the Greek system for a cynical, sarcastic chick who is anti-establishment and despises self-important frat boys. Maybe I’ll start my own. Kappa Gamma Swiddles. My apartment can be our house, and membership is VERY limited. Specifically limited to myself, my cat, and anyone who wants to live in my storage closet.
Now I have to start writing my letter of resignation and decide how to tell my coworkers. It’ll suck, I really like them. Oh, poor Swiddles, she likes who she works with, but has to go back to school with virtually all of her expenses taken care of. OUCH! ::slapped myself to save everyone else the trouble. ::
Trust me Flyp, as someone whose parents stopped providing anything more than food and housing (monetarily speaking, of course, they were just poor) at the age of 14, as someone who didn’t go to school initially because her parents couldn’t afford helping her out at ALL, as someone who has been completely finanically independant from her parents for 2 years, I hate me too. Fortunately, I AM me, which makes not-hating me a little easier.
At the moment you have a couple yaffa blocks full of sweaters and a cat travel box. It’s actually increadibly roomy. And it’s even insulated! However, to join Kappa Gamma Swiddles, my cat and I must insist that you go through the rush period like any other pledge. (no, Coldie, that’s not ** R**ush period…)
No cat litter, though you may have to endure her fur covering every exposed area of your body. She enjoys intiating new comers in this fashion, especially if they are wearing dark colors.
I can do one better then the Christmas lights, I own approximately 5 strands of Jalepeno lights, and one strand of lip lights. However, I don’t own a couch, so you’re going to have to suffer. But the storage area does have carpet. I also have two and a half more closets, if anyone else is interested in pledging Kappa Gamma Swiddles. (yes, I said two and a half MORE closets. Are we beginning to see why Swiddles really didn’t want to leave this apartment?)
Alright. Flyp has the storage closet, Sassy has one of the full closets, Gunslinger has the half closet in the bathroom, and LMM has under the bed. Unfortunately, I am turning in my crappy futon for a big girl bed this weekend, so until that time, I’m afraid you’re either going to have to settle for the other full closet or sleep on the deck. (Yes, I said 2 1/2 closets, a storage space AND a deck! NOW do you see why I didn’t want to leave this apartment?) That leaves room for one more pledge into Kappa Gamma Swiddles.
Swiddles, I don’t know how to find the link. Wade through the trolls and look under “Fucking Job” in the Pit. Good luck in school, enjoy it! Maybe I’ll go to grad school. We can be roommates.
Anyway, I quit, I quit, I quit, I quit, I quit, I quit!
Kick some ass, eh!?!