Calgon, take me away

It's one of those days.

I like my job, but my boss? Drives me nuts. To be fair, I probably get under his skin too.

On this day I really can't even stand the sight of him.

It's time to move on.

It's been ages since I've needed a resume or cover letter, obviously. I have painstakingly written both now, and I really wish I had paid more attention to all those resumes that have come across our fax machine in the last few months. It's difficult not to give too much information, but I want to be sure to give enough so they can fairly judge what it is I've done here. As for cover letters - they just seem so dull and I want to snazz it up a little, but do I dare?

And then there are the references. Of course I have to use above mentioned boss, but I don't really want to use only people from this organization. Then again, nobody else knows of my work history because I've been here so damn long.

Too long.

I found three jobs in Big City's Sunday newspaper that I will be applying for, pretty much along the same lines as what I do now, only more specialized instead of being a one man show.

And, I made a big decision. I will be giving one month's notice. That is fair. I may have to be accessible to train or consult on a further basis, but not in the office and only at my convenience.

After all, if I am worth so much to him tomorrow, I was worth that much to him yesterday as well, and I'm not feeling it.