I quit.

That's right. I handed in my formal resignation yesterday, and six weeks from now, I will be a former secretary. Good goddess, that feels good.

Not that there's anything wrong with being a secretary - it's just not for me. The way that children and buffalo sauce are not for me (separately or in combination). They're perfectly fine choices for a person to make, but they give me indigestion. Likewise, secretary life makes me dyspeptic. Something about making someone else's photocopies and fetching food from the cafe that makes a master's degree feel dusty and hardly worth the debt.

So. Even though I'm not going to be using my particular degree in my new job, I will be getting to use my brain in a more intellectual way again. I will get to talk about ideas again. And values. And responsible citizenship. And making the world a better place. Stuff I care about.

I think I might even get a secretary*.




*And that secretary will be allowed to blog at work. Gotta pay it forward.