Goodbye 501 Fifth.

So I've decided to leave my job in three weeks. Or close to three weeks. The plan is to work this week as normal and then provide two weeks notice starting next week. I need to
try my best to lay low, not spend money if I can help it, and focus on finding a job. Whether one arrives in time for my deadline or not, the blatant, desperate truth is that I need to change my life. I need to leave this job. I have been here too long and have grown stupid. My work is rudimentary and degrading. THere is no room for growth in this company. I watched over the past 8 years, people come and leave, taking their lives with them while I stay and rot, performing the very tasks I am still doing today, and perhaps tomorrow. I used to believe that I needed sometime to gather myself and focus, to find something that suited me right, but in my desperation to have a new life, a new beginning, I can no longer be picky. I need to stick a knife in this current life and be reborn again. I need to claim myself again. Perhaps that means, going to school, or being poor, or struggling like I've never done before, but this is a choice has slapped me into an awakening and I am grateful for, and will boldly align myself withe consequences, whatever they may be.