I had dedicated myself to updating the blog more this month and then my life went a little crazy. That crazy is my something new for the month. I do not recommend trying this one for fun, only out of necessity.
On June 5th, I turned in my two weeks at my job.
I did not have another job lined up, though I had been to interviews. I did not have much of a plan except maybe going back to school. I knew approximately how long I could survive on what I had saved and all of that, but I didn’t have a back up plan and I didn’t have a lot of money. If a cat got sick, I could be screwed. If I ended up with a serious medical problem, I don’t know what I would do. If I didn’t find a job in the reasonably near future, I would be in a very bad situation.
So why did I quit like that? For some time, my work environment is not one that I have found to be very supportive or developmental, among a myriad of other problems. A few specific situations arose and that was enough. I hit my end point. There are obviously a lot more specifics, but dirty laundry needs washed, not aired out in public.
I was excited to be done, but mostly terrified at first. I hadn’t told my friends, family, or boyfriend what I did before I did it. Hell, I didn’t know for sure I was doing it until the words were out of my mouth. I was scared to tell people at first. You don’t just go making rash, irresponsible decisions and expect people to congratulate you. But that’s kind of what happened. There has not been one person that I have told even a small bit of the story to that has not said, “good for you!” in some way or another. No one freaked out. I didn’t get any lectures. No one seemed worried.
My last day of work was the 19th. I was offered a job on the 18th. I officially registered for fall classes on the 20th.
R probably said it best: “maybe you just have to get out in order to move forward.” I think he was right. I can tell you that I have not been this happy in a long time. I have two weeks off between jobs and I have filled this first week with friends, cleaning my apartment, cats, and the gym. Will my new job be better? The grass is always greener, so who knows? But it seems like a good deal so far. I know that school will be wonderful and once it’s all said and done, I will have a master’s in a few years. That’s not something I would have imagined saying even six months ago.
It is amazing to me how things fell neatly into place after I took the leap. So I guess if you can’t just up and quit your job, you should at least do what this is really about: make good life choices based on what you need. I wish that I had made this choice earlier so that I could have been better off sooner instead of wasting time. One of my favorite comedians, Duncan Trussell, sometimes talks about vampires in your life, whether it’s friends or a situation like mine. You have to get rid of the vampires. You’ll be much better off. I already know I am.