Friday I did give notice at work. Not an easy thing to do. Sort of akin to breaking up a relationship...although there is relief there you can't deny the grief or ignore the pain of things turned sour. The underlying feeling of failure.

After a flurry of phone calls from corporate people I'm supposed to have been "reconsidering" staying this weekend with certain promises of "changes". I've also been offered taking on another building.

Promises, gifts and little sweet words of nothing. A little too much, too late. The thrill is gone baby, let's just skip the foreplay and move right along to the fucking.

It's been a damn long weekend. I'm usually introspective but when I do it purposefully...well it turns up the volume on my sarcastic cynical side. The world becomes an ugly place without bubbles and princesses. Wait...maybe it just grounds me in reality.

Can you tell I reconsidered and my decision has been made?