If you're a Facebook chum, then you know it's been an eventful week. First, I gave myself my two weeks notice. Yup. I quit myself. It was that or get fired, and I figured firing myself looked a lot worse on a resumé. Quitting seemed more proactive. I had become a grumpy, unreasonable boss, and as my own employee, I resented the situation a LOT.
So I quit. What the aftermath of that will be is not yet clear. But it will be... interesting.
For example, yesterday my newly-empowered self decided to take an hour to go draw, for cryin' out loud. Not with any purpose or goal or project or client in mind. Just drawing for the sake of feeling a pencil in my hand. I found a semi-comfortable spot on a rock next to Ditch Creek and settled in. Fifteen minutes later a young man approached, coughed politely and said, "Sorry to disturb you, but I think you should know that a group of convicts is on its way here to trim the weeds."
Right here. Right now. What are the odds?
"Okay, thanks," I sighed. "I'll wrap this up. How long do I have?"
"About two minutes. They're already out of the van."
It has been suggested that such an event would make a good opening scene for a quirky movie. Perhaps I should take up cinematography as part of my new working routine. But only if the boss promises not to be cranky.