The Worst Part of A (Good) Job

I guess I'd better 'fess up, in case some of you still haven't heard: I'm leaving Cedar Fort. My last day will be the 20th (a week from today).

The worst part about a good job is the leaving part. And this job definitely rates as the most enjoyable one I've ever had (it even beats out working in a music store as the clerk over woodwinds and sheet music, which was way fun).

My husband and I are applying for medical school/law school and we wanted to move home to St. George to be close to our families during the year-long application process. About three weeks back, everything just fell into place. We'll both have good jobs there (a huge blessing in light of the economy) and so we decided to take the opportunity.

That doesn't mean it was a very easy decision, though. I was a basketcase the week we decided to move. I'd see a book and break down in tears (yes, I'm a bawl baby). Seriously, I will miss working with you all.

Needless to say, things are pretty hectic right now both here at CFI and in my personal life. My things are halfway packed, I'm trying to sell my apartment and rent one in St. G., and top top it off, I take the LSAT Monday (AAHHH!!) so keep your fingers crossed for me :). I'm trying to respond to everyone who sends me books or queries to read before I go, too, but I can't promise anything.

And nope, I don't have the slightest idea who will be taking over my position. As far as I know, they haven't started interviewing for it yet.

So, if you get a chance, stop by and say hi next week!