Today is Canadian holiday, and I’m the only one working. Also, upstate all week as the plan was all along.

I’m in that peculiar state where I know I will be resigning tomorrow, and nothing of what I’m doing now matters, but I can’t bring myself to not care. At the same time, if I manage to speak to my manager tomorrow, they might terminate me immediately upon learning that I’m going to a competitor, which means I won’t even be able to get into the office.
Or, they might let me work here for 2 more weeks to let me turn things over (which would be smart on their part, but being smart has never been this company’s strong suit).

I’ve never quit like this before, and I know it won’t be pretty, so there’s some trepidation.

6am adventures in the park.

Looking at swimming dogs and eavesdropping on a happy Serbian woman with a buzzcut and a big smile explaining to another dog-owner how she is building a little paradise with her Croatian friends in Istria to take her pitbull that she found in Bed Stuy to and open a bar and have a few chickens and goats.

She plans to have 17 dogs and cats there.

But, a few more years of corporate slavery here first before running away from it.

I’m a little envious.