The countdown is on. Well, sort of. Two more weeks in the job and still a mountain of work being allocated. Such is the way of my new (old) manager. No garden leave here.
In any case, I’m still looking forward to leaving, even though resumes and online profiles are in various levels of non-completion. What I’m feeling is an overwhelming urge to procrastinate because I’d rather do those painful introspective things alone, during the day and without interruption. Which makes me think that my search for new work is behind by four weeks. Is that too much grace to ask?