For some time now, I've been mentally composing my letter of resignation. No need to worry. It's not going to be one of those nasty, say-every-bad-thing-that-I've-ever-thought-of-the-place kind of letter. It'll be just yer basic 'thank you for the opportunity blah, blah, blah' one.
I've said it before, I don't hate my job. But I sure as hell don't love it, either. But I've been doing some serious thinking lately, and it's time to finally do the right thing.
I've been hanging around Peterborough because of some imagined obligation towards family, and, if I'm honest with myself, some hoping that someone else will do some growing up and things might be different. But, bother. I am really thinking about all the stuff that I hate about living here. And about all stuff that might be better in new surroundings. Better job opportunities. More pay. And a different social life that revolves around more than just beer. I'm sick of thinking about the prospects of dating, and realizing that all those that I might consider seeing have already been with half of the people that I know. A small town has those awful odds, don't ya know.
I'm slowly starting to consider looking for another job. And not just a job, this time, but a career. Something that I'd be excited about doing. Something where the money wasn't the end all consideration in accepting a position. I really haven't got a clue about my 'dream' job, but it's got to be better than the job that I have right now.
To whom it may concern: I'm sorry but my days here are numbered.