One less key on my keyring

I turned in my office key this morning. I didn't make a big deal of it, I just handed the key to my soon-to-be-former boss. On the outside I kept it cool, but inside I was grinning something fierce. It felt so damn good to know that in less than 8 hours, I would be free of WG and any future contact would be on my terms. I worked very hard for her for 10 years (9 years if you don't count my first year of contract employment). I put up with everything she dished out (with a couple of notable exceptions). I worked for her longer than any other employee.

And I did all of this for a less-than-market-rate salary and shitty benefits. I did all of this with minimal feedback (even though the employee handbook specifically states that each employee will get AT LEAST one yearly review). I did all of this knowing that eventually I would reach a place where there was no further advancement. I spent not a small amount of time worrying about whether or not the company would still be around in six months.

I plan to go to my new job and not talk about the old job. I've worked with people who came in to a new job and spent their first three months bitching about how awful it was at their old job. It makes you come across as unprofessional. I never want to be that person. So I have to get it all out over the weekend. I started the data dump last week, but it was hard to truly let go when I knew I'd still have to deal with WG the next day and the next and the next. But now that's over. I can start to truly decompress.

In other news, I have built myself the most awesomest sky bridge in Minecraft. It goes from one tower to another across a river and I can go between the towers without setting foot on ground. I only died 3 times while trying to get the dang thing built (falling from that high up generally is not a good thing). But now that it is complete, I am so glad I made it because it looks wicked cool from afar when the sun is rising or setting. And it's nice to be able to run over to the other tower to check on my wheat over there at night when all the zombies and things are out prowling. I used to have a pet wolf, but he died. I'm not sure how he died, but it's okay. I was leaving him at home all the time anyway. I could get another one if I wanted.