California, 2007

So.

Two weeks from now is the two year mark. Two years living in this country. Twenty months as an overseas contractor.

And this morning I just sent in my letter of resignation.

I’ve been agonizing over the decision all weekend. Decided to sleep on it in case that would change my mind.

It did. This morning I woke up, said to myself "I hate this job", and wrote and sent the e-mail.

Then I went off, took a shower and made myself a ham-and-cheese sandwich for breakfast. For a change.

It feels good to have time to actually make breakfast. Usually by this time I’ve had a couple of calls, and I’m already back in the code. Today is different.

Today I kick back and work a little slower. Today I take a long frantic phone call from my boss, begging me for a little more time (instead of the other way around). With a smile on my face.

Today I take my lunch break and decide that instead of working through lunch, I’m going to log onto Warcraft and see what my friends are up to.

Today is the day I take charge of where my life is heading. Today is the day I stop working myself sick. Today I will put in less than sixteen hours of work.

Today is a nice sunny day. I think I’ll go for a walk.