Monday was glorious.  I did absolutely nothing.  I sat in my cupcake jammies pondering the first time in months that I have had a real weekend with no obligations - work, school or otherwise.  I scratched my newly almost buzzed head (not completely buzzed...it's a kind of flock of seagulls 'do that I am totally digging) and pondered other times in my life where my hair symbolized a severance of ties.  I am a 30 something corporate rebel and I do have cause.

Friday was complete bizarro land.  Well let me go further back and say the four weeks leading up to last Friday was total bizarro land.  I gave a month's notice thinking I had some kind of moral obligation to myself to end things in a positive way....nope, turns out I'm just a fucktard.  Then I spent three weeks being completely ignored by the boss...hmmm where have I seen this emotional passive aggressive crap before?  Oh yes, my last investment banking job.  Then the last week was absolutely chaos.  I started writing up procedures and Ghuzbag instead wanted a task list so he could clearly demonstrate who in his group would be taking on my work.  Task list?  Completely useless exercise highly glorified by type A  project managers in Corporate America.  So chaos was a little bit of oh shit things are going to suck for awhile and then some extraneous stuff like oh we're going to miss you, and oh we really need to get together before you go - ummm...you've had five years beotches.  What are the PTB going to miss?  Someone in a menial job who actually gave two shits when she shouldn't have bothered.  The happiest people in large corporations are ones who just go with the flow....not the overachievers and not the poor sad sacks who spend their entire work day surfing porn and stealing paper clips.  The happiest employees just kind of coast through with mediocre performance management reviews and mediocre commitment to getting the job done.  Sadly, as much as I don't want to give a shit, I end up giving a shit.  BLEGH I HATE THAT!!!!

So anyhoo I had a final week of running around completing projects and a final week of lunches, dinners, drinks and cake.  A flurry of people and yet at the end of the day on Friday, I was walking out the door alone.  It was kind of surreal and felt sort of slow motion.  It didn't quite feel good, but yet wasn't bad either.  It just was. 

I will say that I was pleasantly surprised that no one balked about me trying my hand at dog grooming or even moving to New Orleans (apart from the tasteful oh work was so horrible you think even hurricane ravaged land is better commentary)  I was fully expecting to be laughed at or having to justify a change in lifestyle.  But not a peep.  In fact, people were more times than not quite positive of my having the chutzpah to make a big change.  What I found annoying were most women had to add the tag "well it's easy because you have Chaz", or "it's easy because you have a man".  Not one male said that to me...don't you find that fascinating?  I do. 

Don't get me wrong...Chaz is the man.  I have never ever said otherwise.  I give him a whole heck of a lot of the credit for many a fantastic thing that has happened in my life.  However, I moved to NYC with no one.  No one and not a pot to piss in.  I had a two week sublet and three hundred dollars worth of time to get settled, find a job and find a place to live.  And all on my lonesome with a lot more emotional baggage and just hope of a new and exciting adventure.  And I did it.  And it was an exciting adventure.  I just feel sorry for women who think that life begins after the man or after the weight loss or after FILL IN THE BLANK.

Anyway...

I'm waking up these days  and doing the jig of joy!! New Orleans here we come! Puppies here I come! 

I'm now currently in the midst of finishing up grooming school full time.  Yesterday was so wonderful being home by 5:15 and spending the day away from a computer and doing physical labor.  It was really awesome.  We're surrounded by boxes and trying to be organized and planning our road trip.  ROAD TRIP!!!!!  About ten years later in life than what I wanted but who cares!  Scotsman is creating a master play list and I'm writing lists and obsessing...just the thing I do best.

Our Bayonne place was miraculously rented out a week from our posting it..we couldn't have asked for a better situation.  One of our tenants is moving out at the end of May and our plan is to leave the Big Apple on June 2nd.

Wee haa!