Thursday, July 25, 2002

Quit my job today. I had those usual anxiety butterflies doing summersaults as I thought about it all morning. It's not the job part I'm anxious about, it's actually going to the head boss and telling them I am leaving. I decided on a one week notice, just because I want out of that Hell. Not to mention getting away from my boss, who would much rather point out every mistake than to congratulate you on a job well done.

I don't think she ever learned about positive affirmation in her manager training.

I plan on still attending the plant picnic, just so I can say goodbye to everyone. I have my "resignation" day the day before, but I question,

"Who would notice?"

Maybe I will win something nice, hopefully not PDO (Paid vacation hours). That would be irony at it’s finest.

It suddenly struck me today that I refer to myself as a “gamer”. What kind of qualifications are there to be in this “l33t” group anyhow?

1)No dating…whatsoever
2)At least 6 hours a night spent on a game
3)Extensive use of chat-room lingo
4)Your own computer, preferably

I cannot decide if I am proud to be in this class of homo-sapiens…or saddened. Since I have quit playing Everquest, but still have all this knowledge, am I still a "gamer"?

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