I left before the memo went out yesterday. My resignation was brief and to the point. Boss congratulated me on the new job and DoublePlusBoss said he would "miss me . . . personally!"

April 28 will be my last day. April 29 I'm off with Mason to Coachella to get dirty and dance and eat tunes. May 2 is my birthday. May 3 I start the new job.

I've never been so exited for work. It's with an association that represents and advocates for independent booksellers in Canada, and includes publishing their trade magazine. It's easiest to say I'll wear lots of hats (I hope literally!) but it's a position with a lot of definition and, most refreshing of all, structure. I work with three women.* Somewhere someone is groaning about the all-women-ness of it, but I do very well in women-only environments. I think the estrogen makes me smarter.

This is the good things. This is the big smile. This is me singing out loud and taking big strides walking on the sunny side of the street in the morning while Matinee Slim and the Ultralight Orchestra sing to me about big asses. See the big shaking ass? That one's mine.

Notes
* three women: Imagine! Only three staff to deal with! And they like each other! No family politics!