Quit the job today.

Planned it this way and it sort of went like I imagined. It's never as cut and dry as you'd like it. For example, tomorrow I'll learn whether the company will lay me off or if I'll just have to walk. Whatever the case, I'm gone in two weeks.

Later, after the shock wore off, I felt like a daughter outing an abusive father. The air stiffened as if a house of cards was about to fall. The man — the president — kept looking at me when he walked by but not saying a word. Rumors ricocheted around the office at light speed. Co-workers whispered congratulations.

I wonder if management is worried about an exodus.

I doubt they'll get one.

I drove so left the building four times to plug the meter. The first time outside felt lighter and the music on the MP3 player crisp, I just walked right past the car to the pier and leaned out over the water, summer's blue I've hardly seen this year water, like that until the song changed. Then walked back feeling a lighter yet, a little more let go.

In control. I can do anything now.

It's funny that bastard actually thought he could bully me a little saying he expected to have me replaced by the end of the two weeks so I should know that I can't change my mind.

Blind man.

Every word he uttered only confirmed my resolve. The rest of the day, carrying on the usual tasks was sweeter for the end in sight. Just when something seemed unbearably tedious I'd remember that I don't have to do it anymore.

I'm free!

Anyone got a road bike I can borrow?

I feel like going for a ride.