Time for a new direction

A few miles west of here, at this very moment as I type this, a certain bus is trundling toward downtown Portland. My guess would be that, on board, it's a pretty typical morning ride. Doubtless some individual who really should have stayed home is coughing and sneezing on hapless fellow commuters; a couple of celltards are in full babble; and the driver is trying to decide whether the profanity being exchanged by the two wasted-junkie-looking guys sitting up front is obnoxious enough that he ought to tell them to cut it out. The very picture of normality.

I "should" be on that bus too, as I have been almost every weekday morning for several years, but I'm not. I've quit the job I've been working at for four and a half years. I gave them three weeks' notice on March 7th, and yesterday was my last day. It wouldn't be appropriate to go into reasons here; suffice to say that while the people I worked with there were great and I will miss them (and who's to say one can't stay friends with ex-coworkers, anyway?), I will miss very little else about it.

Due to certain plans, I can't look for a new permanent job right away, so I'll need to rely on temp work for a while. It should work out; I've done it before. When one has no dependents, one is free to make decisions that might strike others as a bit risky. I gave this step a great deal of thought before taking it. It was the right thing to do.