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12:34 PM - Thursday, Dec. 09, 2004 I handed in a resignation letter on the 7th, giving the company one month. I have one month to figure myself out. One month to find a new job. One month to figure out what it is I want to do with my life. One month to hit reality. However, my dad has given me crap saying that I should have another job lined up before I quit this one, that I should consider all the positive things in relation to this job versus the negative, and that I should at least wait until March to completely quit because in March we get our yearly bonus. So....... What in the hell do I do? I just ate lunch with my mom. We sort of discussed it. We both have mixed feelings about this. Like she said... 1. I'm making really good money for what I do (I think I could be given a raise, though), however, 2. I'd be happier somewhere else with people my own age. It's a catch-22. I'm hoping the answer jumps out at me when I least expect it. I'm waiting for opportunity to knock on my door, or better yet... knock down my door. God, I need a drink. And there's nothing I can drink here except some warm Gatorade. At least it doesn't taste bad warm. Now pop? Pop tastes terrible warm. I hate warm pop. It's 4 PM now... and all I want to do is go home. It's almost 60 degrees outside. Beautiful weather. Wonderful time to be outside instead of holed up in an office with no window. By the time I get out of here it'll be dark outside thanks to Daylight Savings Time. I keep looking over at the teddy bear Allen gave me for my birthday. It's just so cute. I want to cuddle it. :) My dad did mention one thing that's been toying with me all day... he said these words, "You're going to have your own office." He says part of the time I'll be up at the reception desk and part of the time I won't be. That is, if I stay with the company. I said, "Is this an office I'm going to have to share with somebody else?" and he said no. That it would be my very own place, my own area to call my very own home. Now if only I could believe him. Anyhow, I better quit blabbing on about nada here... I'm going to have to leave soon to take the deposits and mail. Plus, I really need some Mydol. I'm cramping terribly, here. I think I'm going to die from the pain!
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