Lately the ice cream shop has been melting my mind, and not in a good way. So the other day I decided to give my notice and just work till the end of the month, and finish that chapter of my life earlier than expected.
I felt like I was going to have to break up with my boss. I wanted to find the perfect moment, be a man about, and not do it over the phone, but face to face.
I was going to let him down easy, the whole “It’s not you, It’s me” routine.
I thought up this whole story so as not to leave him suspicious that I was in fact leaving because the job was sucking my will to live. I was going to do the ‘complement sandwich’.
Eg. “this job has been a great experience, if I have to scoop one more ice cream I might just cook my face in the waffle machine, but I have really enjoyed working here.”
After two days of brooding I finally told him, ended up just blaming it on the army – “I need some time off before”.
He was completely unfazed.
I can imagine that kind of job had a high turnover of staff, but I thought we had bonded!
Before I finish there the boss is going to milk me for all the hours he can get, but it doesn’t matter coz after that life begins!
Going to go hiking in the hills, camp, eat food from a coal fire, and find an oven, couch and table which mysteriously walked out of my apartment this week. You know, just get back to walking to beat of my own drum.
