Closing Time Pt. I

True Life: I quit.

So in all the books, movies and tv shows I've spent a sizeable chunk of my life consuming, I've never come across any good lessons on how to quit your job. Sure, I've learned a lot of useful knowlege: not to watch suspicious looking VHS tapes, how to act around boys, and that there's nothing you can't do if you have a Swiss Army Knife, a roll of duct tape, and your wits. However, when it comes to something as dull and practical as quitting, I was at a complete loss.

I have a real problem taking normal, every day situations and blowing them up into insurmountable obstacles of anxiety and stress--what I've dubbed "the Felicity complex". For those of you who used to watch the WB show, you know exactly what I mean. I gotta start taking my cue from Clint--shoot from the hip and don't hesitate.

So, even without the life lessons from my friends and mentors in Imaginationland, I managed to buck up and quit. Turns out, not shockingly, it wasn't such a big deal. Everyone was really supportive and sympathetic, and none of my worst-case scenarios came true. I think "My First Resignation" experience has constituted an induction into the adult world, whether I like it or not.

Cheers to moving onwards and upwards!