Well, I dropped the bomb on Weston

I got my offer letter from GHR on Friday and gave Weston my two weeks' notice. They just about liked to shit.

Bob was nearly in tears. He hated to see me go, but I told him, "I've been here for six years and I need new challenges. I'm way too young to be married to the same job for the rest of my life like everyone else in that department."

Of course while I'm meeting with Bob, Clay goes and blabs to the entire department that I'm leaving. I probably would have like to tell them myself Clay, but whatever.

It's actually kind of funny. They didn't know what to do when someone quits. They haven't had anyone quit on them in like 7 years. Uh...uhh...what do we do!?!

What was really funny was, Bob kept lamenting when we had to fire Scott, "Aww, he messed up our turnover statistics. We haven't had anyone leave other than retirement in like 6 or seven years." I just kept smiling to myself, "Just wait about a month; I'm going to double them."

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