The Nitelite

After what was probably one of the craziest weeks I've had in a long time, I capped off my Friday with a reunion of sorts with the old crew at the Nitelite, in downtown Seattle. A little background about my week: I tried giving notice this week, as I've been hired for a new gig in downtown Seattle. The lack of commute would even out my life / work balance tenfold. I'd still be doing the work I do, albeit at a much less sexy level. Still, work is work, and being able to forget about it once I leave the office is hands down the better option than sitting in traffic for yet another hour.

So I gave said notice on Wednesday. I was called back in for a 2nd discussion at the end of day Friday. The boss was trying to negotiate 6 more weeks so that I may finish up a project. That's six weeks of sitting at my desk awkwardly, with everyone knowing that I'm just a ghost of my former self... I told him I'd put four weeks on the table for the hiring manager. Haven't heard back yet. This whole situation sucks.

So, that said, I hopped on my bus to get over the lake as fast as I could. With Mariners traffic, the commute clocked in at 1 hour and 15 minutes. Then I drank, and drank, and absorbed everyone's advice on the situation. Luckily, the whole thing is win-win for me, but somehow it doesn't feel that way. Anyway, the general concensus is that the time gained in not having to commute each day would make even the most painful job worth taking.