The worst thing about finally handing in one's notice, is that one then has to endure a month of pretending to give a shit. I've done a day of my notice period, and I'm over it - SO over it.
What's going to get me through the next 18 working days? Alcohol? Valium? Both? The cold and flu tablets appear to be making things slightly more interesting - or is that the Valium I took on top of them? I guess I'll never know.
Anyway, my plan of action is this:
Week 1 of Notice Period: Email everyone I know informing them of my decision, while slagging off my current employer, and going on about how great my new job will be.
Week 2 of Notice Period: Resort to alcohol - organise as many 'farewell' lunches as possible, and spend the majority of the time either drunk, or anticipating my next bout of drunkenness.
Week 3 of Notice Period: Resort to prescription drugs and alcohol. Lots of them. Start planning 'leaving drinks' and 'leaving lunch' and 'leaving dinner'. Execute a reconnaissance mission of potential venues for above events.
Final week of Notice Period: Sober up long enough to write a handover document, and burn all personal files and downloaded music to disk. Then follow up with previously planned leaving events.
That should keep me busy and intoxicated enough to ignore the fact that I'm still in this shit hole. I hope.
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