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I’m going to do it! I’m quiting my job.

I can’t stand it anymore.  Sitting on my arse for eight hours a day.  I am not meant to do this, I need a job where I can be active and feel like I’ve earned my money or at the very least something challenging.

I’ve spent the last few hours typing out a letter of resignation and another letter that my boss will conveniently find two weeks after I am gone.  The second letter contains a few home truths and a big speech about how I could not live myself if I ever turned into a greedy, power obsessed asshole.  I’m sure she’ll find it quite educational.

I have thought of telling her to her face but I need a reference from her first.

I have a few interviews lined up, one of which is today after I finish work.  I hope I get this one because I like the sound of it and it pays slightly more than my current salary.

But bollocks to it.  I know in my heart I loved being a chef and now it’s time to return to catering once more.

 Ah! I feel much better!

Oh! I met up with an old friend I worked with at my first job ever as a chef.  She is by far one of the funniest and prettiest girls I’ve ever met.  She’s a few plates short of a full set, a bit like myself but she makes me laugh… ALOT!

I’m hopefully going to see her again a on Saturday.  Should be quite interesting. There is no romance here as she is in a relationship and I have interests in someone else as you probably know from reading my previous posts.
This girl is just a very good friend who I’d lost contact with over the past few years and is great that we have had the chance to catch up.

I’ll be handing in my notice after lunch and if I know my boss she will react badly, become bitter and make my last week here hell. But we only live once and must do the things in life that make us happy because in the end that is all that matters.

It’s nearly time…