Quirks

OH MY GOD! As yet another car sits out in front of my office, bass blasting, I know more than ever that quitting this job and getting my degree in English is the way to go.

My office is in a bad part of town. Odd, since I work for a CPA who does oil and gas taxes for some of the richest people in Amarillo.

He also smokes in the office; another reason why I'm quitting.

Don't get me wrong--I would NOT try to impinge on another person's rights, ever.

But there is something to be said about someone who smokes in their office, and when an employee knocks on the door to go into their office and speak to them, they throw their cigarette in the desk drawer. Two things to be noted here:

1. Yes, my boss keeps his door shut. He's an introvert, which I respect highly, based on my own relativeness.

2. Is the fact that he smokes cumbersome for himself?

Who knows. All I know is that after 8 more days, I will no longer be working here. I will be off learning new literature and grammar. Having lack of more poignant things to say as of late, I feel I need to go back to what I believe I was meant to do. Back to what I would be doing, had I not got the strange idea of thinking I had a half of a clue about accounting.