I gave my two weeks at work today. My sense is that they wanted me gone because I pushed the issue of them being responsible for my smashed up bike beyond their comfort level, i.e. I wasn’t going to be told that it was my fault. Definitely a bad scene between me and ownership at this point. Contemplated simply quitting outright, but thought the better of it. Although I have to say, a few more days of the invisible employee treatment and maybe I’ll just say screw this. I also got my police report today. So, maybe this thing can get resolved quickly and I can get on with my life. Chance of that happening: 7%. Got home at 6:22 pm. With bike I would have made it at 5:35 pm.
All of this contentiousness and animosity has clouded up my vision of what life will be like when I start the “new job.” I keep thinking about how Proust is always getting mad at habit, and how important it is to break with it. Part of my mixed feelings I think comes from moving from the familiar to the unfamiliar and all of the re-orienting that will take. O well. Since I’ll be on public transportation a lot again, maybe I can get back to finishing ISOLT again.