[First of all, L.A. is doing better. The antibiotics are starting to work and she's finally able to drink a little. She'll probably be in the hospital for a couple more days while they keep an eye on her.]
Yesterday morning I went into work planning to quit my job at the student center. I’ve been there for a year and it’s been boring the hell out of me for the past few months. Plus, the girl I used to be best friends with works there and she is no longer speaking to me (hi, long story) so it’s been… awkward. So I got there and of course find out that Sr.Boss was taking the day off. Just my luck – the one time I actually want my boss to be there. So, this morning I go in again and he’s there. I tell him that I’m sorry but I want to put in my two weeks’ notice and, surprisingly, he is shocked and sad. Apparently he liked working with me and hadn’t really noticed that my work quality has been far less than stellar lately. Immediately I feel the oh so familiar sense of guilt and obligation and almost agree to stay around, but then I realize that it would be a dumb move. I decide in the end to stay an extra week until the end of July and just work a few days each week. To be honest, I need the money… but I also do feel bad for leaving.
It all felt very familiar; two years ago before going to college, I tried to quit my job at the computer store where I’d worked for a few years so that I could get things ready for school. I’m unemployed for a week and they call asking if I could come back to fill in and train another person. Of course I go and end up cutting my pre-college vacation down to a few days rather than a few weeks.
Anyone else feel like they were born with an enlarged sense of obligation? It’s like a disease where my heart/guilt completely overrides my (already limited) common sense. It’s a damn good thing minimum wage in Illinois just went up… softens the blow a bit. 
