I resigned from my job at the park district on October 3rd, and today walked home from the Cottage for the final time.
At my previous jobs two weeks was sufficient to find a replacement, but it did not work out this time, as it took twelve weeks to hire and train someone. If I had been allowed to leave in mid October I would have likely decided upon a four week trip abroad, returned to my apartment, and settled in for a long winter. Instead, the extended wait allowed for a different outcome.
Much of life is waiting, and it is what one does during the waiting which determines what happens when the waiting is over.
