The End

With confusion and irritation, frustration and anger, disgust and finally apathy, my cup runneth over. I’ve finally decided to end it all, to cut loose and throw myself to the winds of fate.

Less dramatic, though, I’ve been offered another position – perhaps not quite ideal, but apparently better than where I am now. I accepted, and put in my notice.

And it feels great. I am unsure of how well the new place will work out. I expect trade-offs; there are good and bad points in any position at any company. And I expect a certain amount of office bullshit. But I am also expecting more organization and structure, better communication and clearer parameters.

I can always dream.

So until things go to shit again, I’m out.