So, in a fit of being not quite as bright as Mama Beaucoup wishes I could be, I quit my job the other day. It’s nothing personal – strictly professional. Unfulfilling, the work, to say the least. I struggled to little avail. Nothing but respect for everyone there, but the Midwest was not buying software from this guy.
Two interviews lined up with places doing stuff that is not salesy. I doubt they’ll give me nightmares about calling and calling and calling to no real results.
(PS> If you’re going to quit your job, make sure you do it in June. Man, I love this sitting in the sun, reading books about Kraftwerk jazz.)