I quit.
Yesterday, I gave notice at work. Like picking an itchy scab, I wondered if it was the best idea. But at the end, it felt so good. The last two years have been great: The job has taught a lot, taken me around the country a bit, not been too stressful, and put some clams in my bucket. Portland has been relaxing, comfortable, cheap, and wet. I’ve played lots of Counter-Strike and Team Fortress 2, eaten a lot of nuts and fruit. I’ve seen a few friends smile and fart, cry and explode, come and go. It’s been a far happier time than anything I’ve done domestically since finishing school.
But my feet are itchy, and it’s not just fungus this time. The next few months will be exciting, especially as June rolls around and J. and I board a plane for Thailand. Hopefully China and/or India and/or Japan will be in the itinerary too. Details to come. 
Today was the 26th anniversary of the company, and a day off. Activities started in the morning with people splitting into groups and getting bused to various community service activities. I chose to plant trees and weed invasive plants at a part on the edge of town. 
View out the front of the bus while on the highway.
Bus driver.
Plants ready to be planted.
J.O. with an earthworm on her glove.
Footwear.
My footwear.
V. and P.’s holes.
Most of the group behind their haul. 
Pitching a pile of English Ivy into the truck to haul away.
After the morning activities, everyone met for more speeches and hundred of plates getting smashed, Greek-Style in the atrium. The weather was unusually great, so a lot of people lingered on the deck. 
J.O. and cola on deck.
Within walking distance was the evening venue: a bar. The Southern Gold Band played. They were a skillful 70s cover band comprised of three obese men. In the back were pool tables, karaoke, and food. Drinks flowed as freely as the roasted meats and colon cancer. I was feeling tired from the sun exposure, so I walked home before the real debauchery could begin.
I know that it will be hard to find a better job than the one I’m leaving. It’s a special place. And it’s raining again.
5 Comments
Did I know you were in ptown??
April 6th, 2008 at 5:45 pmHi Chris,
I don’t think so, because I didn’t know you were also. Small world, considering Designer’s Talk is mostly Brits.
April 6th, 2008 at 6:37 pmYay for you! What are you doing until your departure?
April 7th, 2008 at 4:01 pmHOLY SHIT, congrats mate. I’m really happy and excited for you. Enjoy your travels, will be keeping an eye out for you updates.
April 9th, 2008 at 12:41 pm
Congratulations! A lot of people get addicted to this industry and become afraid to pursue their passions. You’re a really unique talent; agencies will be chomping at the bit to hire you if and when you decide to come back.
April 4th, 2008 at 9:54 am