I turned in my resignation on Monday. My final day as the government proposal editor for the IT company will be 9/11. I picked that date for its obvious symbolism. It changed our lives forever. Leaving this god-awful job will do the same for me.
When I told my manager, her only words were, "I was just getting used to the idea that you were going to be around for a while."
I could not have hoped for a better, more representative, ending statement from this dolt whom I have endured since January '08.
After twenty months, she finally realizes that I'm actually there. Well, not quite, because as she puts it, it's merely "the idea" that I'm there.