Today is Labor Day in the USA. Which I am finding ironic this year because last Tuesday I started my new part-time job. And Saturday, I quit my new part time. Total amount of hours worked: six.
I am not proud. It wasn’t the job. The actual job part was easy. It wasn’t the boss. The woman who owns and runs the business was great. It was the thought of doing it forever that was sending me into a hyperventilating panic. So, I followed my mother’s advice for once and I quit right away. Her advice wasn’t actually job related when she gave it to me all those years ago. It was boy related but I feel it applies to all things. In my twenties, I proudly told her I was leave New York and moving to Chicago for a boy and I waited for her to freak out. But Mom is not a freak-outer. That would be me. See the quitting job after six hours part above. Mom is the opposite; rational and composed, and logical. I dropped my moving to Chicago bomb and Mom calmly told me this gem of advice I have applied to every situation since. “If” she said, “if it is not working, don't get married. It will just get worse.” I didn't “marry” the job. I didn’t even date it for years before breaking up with it like I am wont to do. I quit it six hours in. And while I’m really sorry to have disappointed the owner, I am very sure that my decision was the right one. Husband and Father-in-Law are too. Six hours of work that doesn’t fit you produces a lot of angst that needs verbal airing. They are both sick of pretending to listen to me and nod in understanding. Saturday morning I sent a short email to the boss lady, got a short email of understanding back and Saturday afternoon I returned all items to her. Done. And then, on Saturday night, I walked into a party and the owner of the job I'd just quit was there. And I grabbed a glass of wine and proceeded to pretend it wasn’t an awkward situation as I made it more and more the most awkward one ever with crying and pointing and blame… I’m just kidding. I am totally the person who would have that scenario happen to them but it didn’t happen this time – anywhere but in my head. Unrelated to that weirdness that happens in my head, today is the first day of September, which can only mean one thing – I AM BACK ON THE INTERNET PEOPLE! Bring on your trash stories, your useless facts, your pictures of food that got cold while you were taking braggy pictures of it and then posting them, your political views posted in one hundred and forty characters or less... I am back to look at it all. Every last trashy piece. Happy Labor Day everyone and welcome back my time-sucking friend.
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