fresh starts.

so i just sent a mail to my boss explaining that yes, i am resigning, and that not i cannot help in future on the projects, as mainly i wont be in the country, and even if i were to be, i wouldnt want to set foot back in the office, or work for him ever again, for all the money in the world. luckily, due to my upbringing, i said it in far better terms than expressed here, but the fundamentals are the same- i am no longer going to be part of the working world, but rather its back to bumsville student life for me. woohooo. i dont mind ever so much, as the thought of not attending another meeting makes me so giddy that i might fall off my chair now. the only problem with this (besides the lack of monthly 4 figures in my bank) is that now i have to face up to the reality of actually sitting down and doing my thesis work, and not having any excuse or distraction keeping me from it. hmm a hard compromise, but a worthy one. so no more work for me. thinking of burning my 'work' wardrobe but it only really consists of two shirts and a neat skirt, that i kinda like anyway, so will hold off on that one. instead its christmas beds, popcorn, followed by drunken punk on the weekend.

this is all depending that he accepts my resignation, doesnt strap me to the chair and force me to stay, or gets ugly- im still waiting on his reply which is making me nervous. hell my contracts up, theres nothing he can actually do to me (besides holding back my final pay cheque but i have a baseball bat that can do things i cant)
im starting to like this thing called life.