Blast and damnation. It's busier than ever at work (12 hours I spent there yesterday), people keep quitting by simply not showing up, and today I have to give my notice. As if I didn't have enough Catholic guilt. Actually I'm not catholic, that just sounds weightier than regular old guilt. You can have regular old guilt and feel pretty bad, but if your guilt is brought on by an angry god and eternal damnation, well then, that pretty much trumps the rest of us.
In actuality, my work ethic is stronger than most bloody americans these days. I actually do give proper notice when I quit, I always help out as much as physically possible, I don't say no to practically anything, I'm always polite even if others are nasty... damn, I'd make a good callgirl.
Really, I should feel no guilt. I gave them quite a few months (more than 2 anyway) of superb work at low pay; I balanced their books, put their office in order, and filled in wherever I was needed. All with less than a day of training. No guilt whatsoever.
Sigh. I'm off to go break some hearts.