Quitting, Part Duex

So, this may be premature, but I may not be able to quit on Friday. I had been under the impression that I was quitting on Friday. That may not be the case anymore. I got a semi-cryptic email from my boss to confirm my last day, and he says we need to talk about it. Boo. I'm not staying a lick past next Wednesday, unless they make me master of the universe.

In any case, back to The Lucksmiths show this weekend. I had two positively sublime moments. I detailed the crying moment in a previous post. I had completely forgotten about the other sublime moment, a moment that defines the life I am about to start leading, which came during Midweek Midmorning:

You were never one for sleeping late
But all the working can wait
We ought to spend today together
You might be less than overjoyed
Unimpressed and unemployed
But I refuse to waste this weather


And by the way - Why couldn't I have quit a week earlier? I could have been up in Seattle last night watching The Lucksmiths for the second time in two days (and gee whiz, what's up with the weather????)!!! They were so goddamn cute, I could barely contain myself. Marco Pogo would have been proud of me at that show. I left it sweaty and insanely happy.

Do you get the new common thread in my (new) life? Happiness. Isn't it amazing?

The Lucksmiths - Live

I saw them on Sunday night. I didn't know if they'd be any good live - three piece bands are sometimes hit and miss, depending on how much "extra" they put in when they record in the studio. Suffice to say, they dispelled all of my fears with the first song, although I can't remember what that was.

I tell you - the West Coast indie crowd needs to ACTUALLY MOVE when they go see shows. I feel like a freak when I actually GET EXCITED about a song.

Ah, also, chalk up cry #2 to this show. It wasn't a *big* cry, but there were two little tears crawling down my face during a song that I didn't recognize, but sounded so wonderful (and I felt so wonderful, being there).

The boys in this band are also HILARIOUSLY funny. ettett, would like them. They all had Mikey qualities about them. I would see them again in a heartbeat. Maybe my next surf-trip should be to Australia!!!!!!

Unemployment is already taking a very, very serious toll on me. I am happy. Imagine that.

Sometimes I feel like it's 1972 ...

And you all look so happy holding hands
Kissing the sidewalk making plans

Short-timer syndrome has kicked in. I think I have about 2 hours left of work in me for the rest of the week. I'm formally turning down the consulting offer today since the VP of Eng never got back to me on what, exactly, he wanted me to do for the insane price that I was thinking of charging him.

I'm free as of Friday, and I'm totally looking forward to a few months of rest and relaxation. So, it looks like our friends at the social networking place are not going to get back to me, and really un-complicates my life, although the prospect of wealth is always nice to contemplate.

Mexico, here I come. Planning a surf trip to Baja in November - I need to secure an extra surfboard or two - I have three that I can take down, but two of them need fairly substantial repair. I may just end up buying an epoxy board or two, even though I hate them...

YAHOO!!!!!!!!

They can take our lives, but they can never take our ...

FREEDOM! Tentatively, the 28th is my last day. It may be the 1st (which is done, but it's a Monday).

I have *a* prospect, but I haven't heard back from them since my phone screen on Friday.

I am contemplating changing my last day to the 3rd, just to get the insurance coverage, but I don't think they'll let that one fly, which sort of sucks since I won't be able to get to see my docs before the 28th. I suppose I'll just have to get my visits in between now and then, and screw the work I'm supposed to get done before then.

Wahoo!!!

EDIT:
They indeed won't let me change my date for insurance reasons, so I'm just going to go to the doctor. Thus far, I have three appointments in the next week and a half, so they'll just have to eat shit and die. Also, it doesn't seem like they're going to let me number-port my cell, so they can eat shit and die on that one, too.

I QUIT!

Well, not yet. And there still is a small, small chance that they could buy my labor for an even more absurd price than they're already paying now. *shrug* Everyone has a price. I'm just a little more honest about mine. I'd say a 30-40% increase in salary, plus a stock package equal to my cumulative packages currently vesting would probably do it, but probably only for another 6 months or so (which would make my stock package worthless, because they're all built with 1-year cliffs).

In any case, I was planning on quitting last Thursday, but I returned from my jaunt in the desert (which I will write about in more detail sometime this week) to find that my boss is OOTO until the 17th. I can wait three more business days, but it sure has been hard.

I leave you with a little bit of Duvall:


The goal you sold yourself out to
Is wasting you
For nothing in return

You speak as though you're rich
You look as though you're tired
What happens when your contract has expired

Will you still cling
To the hollow sound of the empty songs you sing?

When I read between the lines
It don't take long to find a heart that's breaking
And the joy you left behind
Is greater than the one that you've been faking
But I know that there's still time
To turn around the choices you've been making
You just can't close your eyes to what you find
When you read between the lines