13,512 Days Alive
Less than 7 Hours Till My Birthday
I put in my notice at work today. Gave them two weeks from tomorrow. I don’t think they’ll fill the gap in that time, but that is not my problem to solve.
I’ve offered to help train whomever I need to for the transition to go smoothly, but with my boss out of the country until after I leave, there’s not much I can do.
I am nervous. Excited, but nervous. And in a lot of pain. My damned uterus is throwing a bitch fit. It sucks but I have a heating pad at least.
I am going to go wind down. I’ve got a birthday dinner with Cleo tomorrow. And despite chatting for the better part of an hour, I’m messaging with Bianco as well.
I need sleep. Take your meds, folks.
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