I gave my notice at work today. It went surprisingly well. It's hard to believe that next week will be my last in Tennessee. I will miss . . . um, okay. No. No, I will not miss anything about living in this very backwards, hick state. I apologize if I'm offending anyone from Tennessee that's civilized [aka Katie]. More on my hatred of Tennessee in a later post.
JOB. Focus, Katie. My new job will be a promotion of sorts for me. I won't be working in trade publishing anymore (trade = general fiction/non-fiction in book-nerd lingo). I'll be editing textbooks for at-risk learners. I think this position will fulfill both my desire to help others and my knack for grammar. I certainly won't miss working with diva, bestselling authors. I will miss my amazing core group of coworkers, who make every day so fun and exciting.
I'll actually be working in Melbourne and commuting from Orlando. I'll be in an office, not a cube. But most importantly, I think I'll be happy. We'll be happy.
We'll be home.