Friday, September 29, 2000

I'm quitting my job.

I've already signed another offer letter and right now I'm composing my letter of resignation. I almost don't want to go. Why leave a sure thing? The people here are nice. The company is uberhip. In a few weeks we're moving to a beautiful new building with a view of the Bay. All I have to do is stick around for a few more months and I'll vest my tiny little sliver of stock. For joy!

But I'm bored. There is no room for advancement here. I'm bored enough that I'm going to go work 80 hour weeks in a windowless South of Market basement hoping for a little more excitement. There's the enormous raise, yes. There's the promotion, yes. There's the stock...no. Stock is fairy gold. Stay after class and write that a hundred times on the blackboard. The only real money is the money that goes straight into your bank account.

Why leave a sure thing? Why walk away from a comfortable little job? It's doesn't matter. I've already done it. Everything is signed and I can't take it back. I'd better do it now before I lose my nerve.

So I've decided to try this blogger thing out. I never kept a diary when I was a kid. I tried and I tried, but after the sixth or seventh entry along the lines of "Dear Diary, today I went to school. It was okay. Then I went home and watched cartoons and ate Cheerios." it would mercifully peter out. I kept a journal of sorts in college, but when I read it now I see that it was mostly about sex. The whole thing is a little embarassing, really. Maybe someday I'll be embarassed by this.

A few years ago I replaced journal writing with lengthy and elaborate emails to my friends. I swore that I would never have an online journal because I didn't want to drag out my bleeding heart for the whole world to see. I still don't. I'm not here to bare my soul. I'm not here because I want some sort of cult of personality built around me. I'm here because a few people have expressed a desire to see what I'm up to and what's on my mind. Hell, it's got to be easier than writing nine or ten pages of email a day.