And another chapter of my life closes.

I won't beat around the bush with this:

Today I was informed that my performance evaluations for last year failed to meet the criteria needed to continue working for TSA. As such, tonight I'll be handing in a leave chit for the next two weeks, all of my uniform items, and my two-week notice of resignation...which I do thank them for allowing me the dignity of doing.

Truth be told, I've expected this, and have considered resigning before quite a few times, so I'm not all that upset over this or anything.

My whole life's been a series of transiting from one position in life to the next, whether it was my dad's various duty transfers when he was in the Navy, mine when I was, or a return to civilian life when either of us ended those enlistments; this, I see simply as another turn in the road my life's going down.



In summary:


Oh well. Horse apples happen.


(It's probably helping my feelings on all this that I've got a few other job possibilities open, as well as my still-available GI Bill in case I decide to be a career student for a while...for now, though, I think I'm just gonna take some much-overdue me time.)

Well, today wasn't a TOTAL disaster...

Seems I won't actually be losing my employment for another 5 weeks; our HQ agreed to let me burn off the rest of my leave, of which I had over 250 hours. (I knew I was a homebody, but sheesh!) That covers me for 2 additional paychecks.

In the meantime, I've got enough squared away in my savings that I won't have any trouble keeping my head above water while dealing with the Veterans Affairs office to get my GI Bill funding for college underway.


The only real question now is what to go to school for.


Side note: Quick way to make yourself feel awesome in Skyrim:
Thwart a dragon attack on a major city by one-shotting it with a Thu'um that knocks it out of the air.

It flew, I yelled (Frost Breath to be precise), it dropped dead. Boo yeah. :D