You might think that the serial escape artist would be all over this job opportunity.
I’m known for taking random job offers in random cities, sight unseen.
I decided to go get a hotel and check it out before we got to the offer/acceptance stage.
Everyone’s like “Who are you and what have you done with-?”
Because he doesn’t care where he’s going or what’s going to happen there.

I got a connecting flight in Paris and checked in on Facebook. 

I announced that I was joining Al Qaeda to be a bareback comfort girl for the freedom fighters.

About 1 minute later my roommate was texting me: “GURL DELETE THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW.”

I think this has something to do with why Facebook closed my account with a message that I am “ineligible for Facebook.”

I woke up early from a dream: I’d put in my notice and I’d quit my job.
I was sad that I was leaving. I wasn’t even sure why I was leaving. I liked my job… Why would I do that? It was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Why are you doing this?
I wanted to call HR and take my notice back.
It was too late.
I grieved.