Compass Whistlethe musings of two whirled travelers

It’s lunch break at work, and I’m lounged across the backseat of my SUV, sweating in the blazing Florida sun, as I write this. Why? I’ve suddenly decided to give my notice today after lunch. There’s more than a month between now and my preferred final day of employment, and I worry about being prematurely escorted out, but guilt has spurred me on.

Months ago, before we booked the Big Trip, I agreed to accompany my manager to a high-profile charity conference in Washington, D.C. Unfortunately, the conference starts late next week, and I would need to give two week’s notice almost as soon as I returned from the conference in order to stick to our trip timeline. By sharing my intentions now, my manager can (hopefully!) arrange for another employee – one who can better benefit from the conference – to take my place.

Despite my eagerness to quit corporate culture and travel, meetings like the one I’m about to have generally cause both Him and I to become physically ill. I was hoping we could gain courage from the solidarity of quitting on the same day, but I’ll be the guinea pig. Wish me luck. I have no idea how my manager will take the news.

Update to come post-meeting…