To Give a Shit or Not...

I am all anxious today. Both antsy and nervous all rolled into one package. I have to tell the ivy leaguer about my new job. Fortunately for me, he is in Washington, DC. at EPA meetings so I have sheepishly sent him an email telling him my last day will be March 4 (cartwheel...back handspring, cartwheel, back flip). I don't know why I am so worked up about it but I am so nervous that I feel a little pukey. I should not give a shit and I have been playing like I don't give a shit but I am just not programmed that way. After a year of hell working for this guy, I honestly don't want to screw him over. I don't know what is wrong with me. One day, the vindictive me says "it's good to leave him high and dry after he made my work life miserable" but the responsible one worries about not getting a good reference from him and having him hunt me down for the next year at my new job asking me ridiculous questions basically coordinating his lab remotely. I need to let it go.

In other news, I drank too much on Friday night and then paid for it on Saturday especially after I found out we had to drive to Aiken on Saturday night. A two and a half hour drive really sucks at the tail end of a hangover.