Growing soft.

I walked out of my office tonight for the last time, and I actually felt kinda sad for a minute. What ever happened to the Sarah that would leave nasty goodbye notes to my bosses in places where they would find them a few weeks later? What happened to the anti-authority, spiteful employee that would shake my head in disgust as I walked out the door for the last time, throwing up peace-signs behind my back at my ex-coworkers?

Am I getting soft in my old age? N'doubt.

It really is time for a job-change for me, but at this point, I'm really wondering what the hell I'm thinking. I'm leaving a job I like to go to another job that's full of all of the parts I didn't enjoy about my current job. For example, there will be no more sneaking out for three-hour lunches, no more days where I duck out at 2:30 to have a nice afternoon.... I'm trading that in for more hobos, seniors, and frustrated mothers than I've ever dealt with before (and I've dealt with a lot).
That being said, I always thought that I would need to take up a career in dealing hard drugs in order to make a proper living, so it's nice to know that I'll be doing something semi-respectable to put some fins in my pocket.

Wish me luck (because I'm going to need it... Honestly).

~sarah p.