Yay for me!
Still, I need to learn how to budget my time better. It's not even 1:00 yet, and my office is cleaned out completely and my happy hour e-mail has been sent. In short, I have nothing to do until 4:30, when I have my exit interview -- and turn in my corporate card and BlackBerry. (Double yay!)
I guess I could finially finish Tropic of Cancer -- but it seems so . . . inappropriate for work. I sometimes even get embarrassed when someone might see me reading it on the Metro. (And it was pretty weird when I innocently started reading it at my parents' house, not really knowing what it was about.)
5 comments:
I am a lurker and occasional commenter. I am supremely impressed by the decision and the boldness (as I sit in my office at generic law firm). Best of luck to you and all the adventures life brings you.
Thanks so much. But it wasn't really a bold decision as much as an inevitable reaction: I've been lawyering for long enough to know that there are jobs where you don't feel like a meaningless and replacable cog in the billable hour machine.
And btw, your blog is great! I'm adding a link to you in my sidebar.
I think that is the BEST and only way to spend your last day at work...waiting for happy hour. Happy Weekend, Dara!
Aww shucks, well thanks.
Seriously though. That is huge - the coruage to leave in general is amazing. I sit here thinking how wonderful that must feel and how I am a tad bit jealous of a total stranger and then I kick myself because I missed out on a .3 of billable hours.
Congrats dara!
Oh, not a big fan of Henry Miller. Got tired of reading about sleeping with syphilitic, lice-ridden prostitutes.
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