Now that I'm looking for a job, I will try to steer away from another disaster. Really. I'll be more careful about making what I hope to be my final job decision. After all, I'm middle-aged, it's really time to get serious and stay put. And find a situation that won't tax my delicate
My last day went by quickly, especially since it was only four hours long, and I survived hugging a whole bunch of people, including a supervisor I hardly know, and accepted two free t-shirts emblazoned with the last two names the company had. I accepted them graciously, too, even though I don't want the darned things at all and suspect they were being unloaded on us. I turned my harness in to my work leader, and stood in wonder that they wanted a four year old piece of junk that had been altered to fit ME and permanent-markered with MY name on it. I would have thrown it away for them. I turned in my badge and got out before another hugfest started.
*Phew* (looking left and right)
Now it's time to get serious!