I gave notice at work today. It went pretty well. No recriminations or tears, just a mature, sensible discussion of why I felt things hadn't worked out. I'll stay there until they find someone to replace me. This is so incredibly civilized. The norm at Nashville agencies is to escort you to the door the same day you give notice. I don't know what the reasoning on that is, other than a sense of immediate distrust, but puh-lease, if I were going to steal clients or office supplies, don't you imagine I'd do it before announcing my departure? Anyway, Les and Nancy seemed a little surprised, but they were accepting and understanding. I feel a profound sense of relief.
I won't have any time off, though, unless I deliberately build it in to my schedule. I spent my lunch hour taking tests and filling out applications at a travel personnel placement agency and they've already called me at home to ask when I can interview. I do need at least one day to get some errands run (I really need to go get my California driver's license). I'd love an entire week to myself, ha ha.
Meanwhile, the season has definitely turned. It's all fluffy clouds and caroling birdies and white blossoms outside. It's a lot like a Disney movie. I feel giddy just breathing the spring air. Though possibly that's merely carbon monoxide poisoning. I think everyone in Portola Valley drives everywhere. Walking is for plebes.
Now that I have a sense of control over my life again I'm trying to envision the type of job that will work as a transition out of travel. I'm practicing my Creative Visualization as taught to me by Shakti Gawain (undoubtedly born Susan Finkelstein but I could be wrong). I've had her book for years; I attended a class of hers at a Psychic Faire in Seattle, and was sufficiently impressed to try the techniques. You're supposed to think of what you want from the universe and then write the goals down. Tape them to mirrors, repeat them while brushing your teeth, say them aloud at night in bed, just generally keep thinking about what you want. I'm afraid I usually just fall asleep if I try to concentrate at night in bed but I think the principle is sound enough. You may as well try to direct your thoughts towards specific goals instead of randomly staggering from one idea to the next. I envision a job that doesn't ask me to be all things to all people. A specialist. I'd like to be special.
