Let the Countdown Begin

You would have guessed what this post is all about. Yes, I’m tendering my resignation today! While the only thing that held me back is having my own paycheck, I couldn’t be any more thrilled by this decision to which both my husband and family agreed. As I’ve mentioned before, being around toxic people is what made me quit my job sooner than I had planned. Everyone knows I will eventually leave, but I had to decide earlier because of all the nonsense happening at work.

Just yesterday, I talked to one of my close colleagues who vented out on all the crap discussed during their meeting with the manager. Who in their right mind would call a team meeting during lunch break? It’s the only time you get to get away from the jungle that is your desk, then your boss calls for a meeting at lunch (it’s not even a lunch meeting) lasting for an hour and a half, and it makes you loathe your job even more.

To commemorate my 30-days notice, I’ve come up with memes from someecards.com that I find both hilarious and fitting:

This is my favorite part of the day (next to going home). It pays that I have crazy friends at work, so they make crappy days bearable.

Of course, this makes it to the top list of things we talk about during lunch break. The nerve of some people to waste an hour or so talking about all the nonsense they could think of. I’m talking to you, miss.

Shout-out to all my friends at work!

#StoryOfMyLife

Totally relatable. This is why I listen to music from the 90s on Fridays! It makes time fly by without me realizing it until it’s time to go home.

Gotta love early morning work shifts! Ha.

Need I say more?

Here’s to you and all your crappy point-of-views.

Modesty aside, I think I deserved the credit. After all, I didn’t earn it overnight. :-)

I dedicate this to four of the people I hate seeing around the office on a daily basis. You don’t know how ecstatic I am to never see you again.

Because I can.

Today

Today I called in sick.
Well, I’m not really sick, but when I woke up to my 4:00AM alarm this morning, I decided to take a day off from work. I didn’t get a good night’s sleep (something that’s been recurring for a month now), and I wanted to sleep in. So I did. Normally I’d worry about my remaining leave credits, but not today. I use my leave credits whenever and however I want to. Today is no exception. After all, it’s only a matter of time until I officially quit.

Today I did some overdue household chores.
Just because I didn’t have work, doesn’t mean I’m going to lay in bed all day. I did do that, but only after I’m done with some chores. Unless I’m really sick, I prefer to move around the house and get things done because I just can’t stay put.

Today I watched The Prestige for the nth time.
As soon as I’m done with my chores, I browsed through our cable TV, and this was on. I saw this in the local movie theater when it premiered, and I liked it. No matter how many times I’ve seen it on HBO several years later, I love it just the same. It’s one of those films that I don’t get tired of watching even if it meant knowing the lines and scenes by heart.

Today Roan and I had a little squabble.
It’s nothing to be worried about, but it had something to do with my migration to the US in the near future. We reached a compromise in the end, and I realized that the secret to a happy marriage is meeting each other halfway. We’re just like any other married couples out there, you know…

Today I received follow-up emails from USCIS.

This means that in two to four weeks, my case should be received by the Department of State for processing. A lot of things has come to light, and I’m not sure I can keep up.

How has your day been thus far?

Ophelia

Ophelia by John Everett Millais (oil in canvas, 1851–1852)
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According to my mother, I showed interest in reading at a very young age. Instead of turning the television on while she worked on household chores, she gave me magazines or newspapers to keep me occupied. Though I was unable to actually read yet, my parents were surprised to realize that I know the correct orientation of my reading materials without their guidance. This, perhaps, was an indication that I will grow up with fondness in reading.

What does reading have to do with this?

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