Should you ever decide to quit a job, and, further, decide to give three months’ notice: DON’T. I could share many of the reasons why I would advise against such a thing (e.g., initial, heart-felt good-byes followed by 2.5 months of awkward silences; wallet-draining ongoing good-bye events; and the burn-out of explaining for the nx10^mth time what what you are doing is a good idea), but I will focus on the most pernicious, which I can only describe in horror-film terms: Imagine a zombie in place of the near-life creature Dr. Frankenstein is trying to reanimate in order to save the world.
Yes, I am at once, dead, constantly prodded to life, and indispensable.
FOR T W O M O R E M O N T H S.
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