I have handed in my resignation from the company where I have worked for almost ten years, a translation studio. I cannot however leave until 17 March, unless they fire me first. Kind of like Billy Martin and George Steinbrenner: you can't quit, you're fired!
The reasons I am leaving are hard to understand or describe; I am tired of fighting with people and I feel I need to move on.
Even harder to describe are the feelings I have about leaving this place. At the moment, I feel like Ted Williams after his last game at Fenway: "I felt nothing: NOTHING."
Oh, sure, I'm a little worried about the future. At my age, and with the economy the way it is, jobs don't just fall off of trees. But I have a few ideas, and I think something will work out. It will not be easy. Is anything?
I could go on and on about the memories I have of the last ten years: the cold winter nights in the office, the road trips to customers' locations, people I have known. But I just don't feel like it right now. Right now, I just want out.
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