i finally gave my notice. i didn't want to because i had to tell a friend who actually got me the job in the first place, and who since became my boss, that i was leaving. it was a hard thing to do. you know when you have to tell someone bad news, and you put it off for hours or days on end, and then you finally get around to it and you're nervous? you get all sweaty, you start to repeat yourself, and no matter how much they try to console you, or tell you that it's okay, you still feel bad about the whole thing.

i don't feel bad about leaving the company. i feel bad about letting him down. zero got me the job when they didn't want to hire me. he convinced them that i was the person that they wanted, and that even though i didn't have the skills that they were looking for, i had skills that they could really use in the long run. every time that something has made me unhappy about this job, he's been there for me to fight for me, to help me solve my problems. he's been a mentor, a friend, and a teacher.

even when i've been down in the dumps about work, he's been there to bring my spirits up, keep me focused and somewhat content with what ever was going on at work. but telling him that i was leaving and that he couldn't do anything about it was one of the hardest things that i've had to do in a while.