I feel almost physically naucious, and I don’t know if it’s from disappointing my coworkers with telling them I’m leaving, or from the fact that L decided that the prime playtime is from 2am till 4:30am and proceeding accordingly, or from the fact that I’m going to a client in Utah next week and there is no way I’m going to be able to get ready without working all weekend (which I won’t).

Told them at work today. Everyone is sad and disappointed.

stoweboyd:

“In order that people may be happy at work, these three things are needed: They must be fit for it, they must not do too much of it, and they must have a sense of success in it.”

— John Ruskin

John Ruskin was an English art critic of the Victorian era

A cheerful read that made my morning and surely will let me sleep better at night –

<b>What a nuclear attack on New York would look like.</b>

http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2018/06/what-a-nuclear-attack-in-new-york-would-look-like.html

Signed the job offer letter this morning. In between mopping up the spilled Thai noodles from last night and holding inconsolable L (“I want…something” but nothing is good enough) in the other. I meant to do it last night but I just collapsed and fell asleep next to L’s bed when he fell asleep, and didn’t wake up until his first “I want maaaama” wakeup at 12:30.

I might be making a massive mistake. The official explanation to myself and others is that I always wanted to try what it’s like to work for a startup, and this is what could be my one and only opportunity.

Now, I need to find a good way to resign and not tell them where I’m going so it’s on good terms. The fact that I’m going to a client in Utah next week doesn’t make things easier.