Shhhhhh! Don't Tell!

I’ve got a secret. If you talk to me often, you probably already know it. But I am guessing there are at least two of you out there who do not. I cannot decide if I am ready to share or not. But I guess I will. I am quitting my job!

I have been there before. I have found another job and left my current one. This time is different. I don’t have another job. Instead, I am going to “grad school” to study Art History and English. It should be quite the change for this accountant who has viewed his job with an overwhelming sense of dread for the past 13 years.

But here’s the kicker: they don’t know (with the exception of Zilla) at my office, yet. I am giving my two weeks notice on Monday. I don’t think they suspect. So, you have to keep it under your hat.

Can you believe it? No more debits. No more credits. No more out of balance. No more reports no one will ever really look at.

I can barely contain my glee. That does not mean that I am not also terrified. I will actually have to study. What if I cannot tell the difference between the Baroque artists? What if I just don’t get the symbolism that Mark Twain was including just to make it not so simple? And Faulkner? I can’t even say Yoknapatawpha County. Let's not even get into all those Greek tragedies I will be studying in my first semester. I guess if it is a mistake, I can take my inspiration for a dramatic death spiral from them. Just kidding. I am in no way suicidal.

Relax. Relate. Release. I just have to keep telling myself that I am a reasonably intelligent person and I will be disciplined and devote the time to my studies that they deserve. I realize that I am very fortunate to be in this position. The world is my oyster. Really, it's more like the University of St. Thomas is my oyster. And, that is okay. I have the support of Shlomo. And, as Phoebe Buffay would say, “He’s my lobster.” And, that my friends, is a lot of shellfish.

Now, if I only knew what I was going to do when I finish this program in a couple of years…