Nervous?

Dave’s resignation goes in today. I’m nervously awaiting a call from him to tell me how it went. Nervous? Yes. I don’t know why. All the months we’ve spent dreaming about today and now that it’s here I’m nervous! Really nervous. Like ‘I want to take medication’ nervous.

Every morning for the last year the alarm has gone off and one of us has invariably spurted out the number of work days left until we resign. We don’t hate our jobs, but we do hate early morning alarms. But nevertheless it’s a symbolic day, bordering on surreal and laced with a really strange feeling of loss that I can’t really describe. I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me: I’ve been working since I was 16 years old and have not had more than a semester off (during college) since then. This will be the longest length of unemployment that I have had in 15 years. I’ve underestimated the fear of this.

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