Quitting was not as bad as I expected. In the weeks leading up to giving notice I had built up in my imagination a variety of dramatic scenarios ranging from Lifetime Movie to Donald Trump. It was actually fairly anticlimactic. They asked if there was anything that could persuade me to stay, and I said no, which was completely true. They asked if there was anything that they could have done differently to make me not want to leave, and I said no, which was not completely true. So it goes.
Quittin' Time has coincided with the Return of Summer Fun, which suits me quite well. The past two weekends have been beautiful and we've taken full advantage. B and I have gone camping, run two races, had a beach day, and hosted a BBQ.
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| I think Alan would approve. |
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| Harpoon will probably want to use this advertisement. |
The Harpoon 5-Miler on Sunday was especially successful, mostly because our team consisted of the Core Crew in all its glory. We made these super awesome shirts. One member of our six-man group forgot to pay his entry fee and hence was not *technically* on our team, so we cut his shirt into a crop top as punishment, which he loved. His girlfriend is legitimately concerned RE: how to prevent him from wearing it in public in the future.
High points: We all finished the race. We drank a bunch of delicious Harpoon beers. We saw our friends and basked in the glorious 75-degree sunny day. I defended my title against B.
Low points: Schmeric's bloody nipples.
Afterwards we all went to B's for a cookout, more beeahs, Slap Cup (aka Slapahoe) and... more beeahs. It was definitely bittersweet knowing that it isn't the first of many group BBQs this summer, because in a few weeks B and I will be gone on our epic adventure a.k.a. the Great Escape. But I know that the Crew isn't disbanding forever, just reorganizing and strategically relocating so that we have more fun places in which we can frolic and explore and enjoy many pantsless pursuits. I do get upset thinking about the impending separation so I'm going to leave it at that and will just focus on how fucking awesome our shirts are.
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| can't touch this. |
In parting, with exactly 4 days of work left, I give you this:
