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I put in my resignation. What happens?

Before I put in my resignation, when I just said I was going to, I get a job offer.

After I put in my resignation, when I tell a colleague, I get another job offer.

After I put in my resignation, and start my S-corp, and get a checking account, and liability insurance, and renew my out of state license, and apply for my in-state license, and....well, I think you get the current employer tries to keep me.

You hear about this shit happening all the time to FI bloogers (that was a typo, but I liked it, so I kept it), but I didn't really believe it. I also happen to know one FI individual who got laid off, so it seems too good to be true, but I'll be damned if it didn't happen.

No one came through with exactly what I wanted, mostly because, well, I don't want a full time job with a boss any more, but I think all three of these offers will play out as contract work. And that, my dear sir, is exactly what I want.

In the mean…

Trying not to go dark again

It was kind of creepy looking back at my last blog post. I called it. My grandma was the one who was in the hospital and she passed about three days after I wrote that. And I did put in my resignation; I put it in today, to be exact.

I have a lot to say about this matter. A whole lot. I will refrain, at this point, from going on some sort of a rant about the bureaucracy I work/worked in. I feel like there's some kind of statute of limitations I have to let pass on that before I go full on whistleblower. I will say, however, that we have a cockroach problem there. I will entertain you with a recent picture from my office.

Okay, so on to the good stuff. As I mentioned, I turned in my resignation today. I knew I wanted to, slept on it for a night, went in and wrote the letter...and my boss was out. So I let it sit over the weekend and submitted it today.

The reason I'm trying not to go dark again is simply how busy I've been. It's not like I decided to just quit my job a…

Just Breathe

This week has been a long pause in posting. I went to Florida for a wedding, and I think I saw the preface to a funeral. A family member of mine wound up in the hospital. I fought tooth and nail to keep her alive. It's a good thing I'm a "doctor" of sorts and knew some people at that hospital since it's where I used to work. Regardless, it's not looking good right now.

On the plus side, I took off work. I didn't have to worry about money or time. On the down side, I came back to a bit of a nastygram about it. They can fuck themselves. I have since asked how to turn in my resignation. I knew I needed to do RE and get my shit together and get FI, but apparently this has changed my life in a significant manner. When your boss reminds you of your clinical duties rather than asking you about how your family member in the hospital is, it's more than time to go. Just burning leave and wrapping up. I'm out by the next Federal holiday.

That's about al…

"Well I certainly hope you don't have any problems with that."

That phrase drives me crazy. I hear it all the time.

"Well I certainly hope your tenants don't tear up the place."

"Well I hope they don't stop paying rent and you have to try to get them out."

"Well I hope you don't need a new roof."

JESUS CHRIST people! Apparently most people go through life just hoping nothing goes wrong every day because they're so FUCKING terrified of it. And real estate seems to make them particularly terrified.

Nobody, NOBODY said anything like that to me about getting a dog. No one says that about going to grad school. What do they usually say when you're pregnant? Congrat-u-fucking-lations, and let me tell you, that is a lot more problematic and expensive than having a bad tenant if it all goes to shit. I used to work in a prison - do you know how many parents have dumped their life savings into their psychopathic children? I think I have a pretty good idea of it.

But guess what? Things go wrong. Things went …