Unless it's this?
And why is that, you ask? Why am I linking to songs with lyrics about being free, and going from misery to happiness?
Today is the day I originally gave notice for. Plenty of notice.
My boss then asked me to stay another week, and caught by surprise, I agreed. But they didn't actually need me for anything more (I think I was asked as a test, which I therefore failed but oh well, I never was that good at power plays and mind games).
This week, I was talking to my boss about how, since I trained The New Guy on everything, and how he was therefore doing all the work, it felt a little pointless to be staying on next week, both for me to do and for the company to be paying me. She went to her boss to see about releasing me from the extra week, and he apparently went off on how if I haven't solved world peace*, how can I say I don't have anything to do?
*Not actually world peace, but a big long-term project that I was not authorized to complete on my own, and which in fact he is the one working on. Jerk.
So I told myself that I could leave any time if anything went particularly kablooey, but otherwise resigned myself to "working" next week ... and this morning my boss told me that he told her I could leave today after all. I barely reacted at first, I was so surprised, but when it sank in, what a relief.
And the weather was much improved today. Temps of 70s, very windy but mostly sunny, not bad at all.
And I went to Wilson's after work and they had peas! From California, and not the best ever, but boy still pretty good, first of the year.
And raspberries, on sale and smelling divine.
And some corn on the cob (I'm finally remembering to try Leslie's way of cooking it).
When asked what I will do next week, I replied, "Sleep late." If you want me Monday morning, I'll be singing this in my sleep:
P.S. Go Bruins, go Bruins!