I'm so very tired

I’m tired. Quitting is exhausting. I got a new job with a company that does work with my current company so as much as I wanted to only give 30 seconds notice (which is all that’s required of us if we leave to go to a competitor), I gave three weeks. I’m not getting ANY time off in between jobs either which SUCKS as I had plans for a nice week off in which I would get all my Christmas shopping done, bake cookies and get a massage. But no. My last day here is Friday, December 1st and I fly out to San Francisco where the new job is on Sunday the 3rd at 2 in the afternoon. I don’t even get a full weekend off!

So now I’m trying to get all my Christmas shopping done and work on all my transition crap in the next couple of weeks and, oh yeah, Thanksgiving happens to be next week just to add to the confusion and my waist line. Sigh…The stress has been unreal. I went thru the typical, “Oh crap, what have I done?” level of fear to being excited to then having sheer panic set in as I realize that I’ve had this job for over 6 years and I can do it with my eyes shut, Hell, sometimes I do, and now I’m going to have to dust off my brain. I also now have to write up status reports, in incredible detail and just when I think I’m finished with one I’ll get an e-mail about the project and realize I left out a HUGE portion. Fuck. I woke up yesterday morning with a tension headache so bad that 10 Advil couldn’t take care of it and a neck so stiff I thought that a neck brace might be a good idea. And I’m downing Tums at the same speed my friend J.M. used to down Smarties at Halloween (HI, J.M.! I got your e-mail and I’m so sorry for not replying yet!).

BUT, I’m really excited about the new job and working from home contrary to my last post. I’m not going to lie as I am really worried I’m going to eat everything in my fridge everyday so I’ll have to clean it out before I start, but I can’t wait to start. Everyone there is so cool. I mean what’s not to love about an internet company that has a Foosball table at the center of it and that closes down to go to the movies in the middle of the day? I’m just sorry I couldn’t move out there to partake in the daily festivities. Maybe I could put a foosball table in my living room and teach Lucy the Lab to play. I’d teach George but he’s just a Jack Russell and wouldn’t be able to reach. Duh.

Oh, and to my oldest and dearest friend, K, Happy REALLY Belated Anniversary. I thought about you last Tuesday but didn’t call because I suck. I’ll call this Sunday. Promise.