{"id":4999,"date":"2013-01-06T22:26:03","date_gmt":"2013-01-07T04:26:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/?p=4999"},"modified":"2013-01-06T22:26:07","modified_gmt":"2013-01-07T04:26:07","slug":"last-day-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/?p=4999","title":{"rendered":"Last Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My last day of work on Friday was pretty surreal in the respect that I worked right up until the end. But first my team treated me to lunch at Wildfire where my boss expressed how much I&#8217;d be missed and that I&#8217;d always have a job there. I worked until about a half hour before my normal shift end, turned in my laptop and accessories to I.T., then made my rounds to say goodbye. <\/p>\n<p>Despite what my boss predicted as I left, I did not cry once I made it to the parking garage. That&#8217;s not to say I&#8217;m not sad &#8211; because I am. I just don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s fully hit me yet. I&#8217;ve had my moments this weekend when I&#8217;ve silently questioned why I even left when there was so much that was good &#8211; the pay, my boss, most of my coworkers, the stellar reputation I built up over the years (you should have seen all the moving replies to my farewell email). Am I crazy to leave that all behind for the unknown? Maybe. I&#8217;ve never been a risk taker and this is by far the most risky thing I&#8217;ve ever done in my life. But I look at it this way &#8211; I&#8217;m relatively young and we have money in the bank. If there was ever a time to take a risk now is it. If I fail miserably, then so be it. But I&#8217;d rather regret doing something than feeling miserable and stuck in the same routine. I just have to keep reminding myself of this every time I start to panic over what I&#8217;ve done. My new mantra is to stay positive. I will persevere. I will find a job that excites and fulfills me and I will work my way up to a good salary again.<\/p>\n<p>In the meantime I&#8217;ve got a growing list of goals to tackle during my sabbatical. One of those includes brushing up on my technical skills. I won&#8217;t get too much into it right now but will post when I&#8217;ve met each goal I&#8217;ve set for myself. The last thing I want is to become fat and lazy like I did back in 1997-1998 when I was out of work for nine months. I did absolutely nothing worth mentioning and only sunk into a depression. I vow not to let that occur again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My last day of work on Friday was pretty surreal in the respect that I worked right up until the end. But first my team treated me to lunch at Wildfire where my boss expressed how much I&#8217;d be missed and that I&#8217;d always have a job there. I worked until about a half hour before my normal shift end, turned in my laptop and accessories to I.T., then made my rounds to say goodbye. Despite what my boss predicted as I left, I did not cry once I made it to the parking garage. That&#8217;s not to say I&#8217;m not sad &#8211; because I am. I just don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s fully hit me yet. I&#8217;ve had my moments this weekend when I&#8217;ve silently questioned why I even left when there was so much that was good &#8211; the pay, my boss, most of my coworkers, the stellar reputation I <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/?p=4999\">Read More &#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-work"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4999"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4999"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4999\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}