Good news, I quit my job. That's right, I quit my job. I bet you are wondering: "What the hell are you going to do now?" Well, thanks for asking, Mom. My answer to you is... I'll never teeeelllllllll! (R.I.P Brittany Murphy) You know exactly why I won't. Don't take it personally or anything like that, it's just, well, would you tell someone your wish after you blew out your candles? Exactly!
Anyway, that was step 1 and on to step 2.
Right now, I am home for the week. Grabbing my bearings and getting adjusted to the fact that I FLERKIN' QUIT MY JOB!!!!
In no way do I blame the children for my wanting to leave. They were pains in the butts but they were MY pains in the butts. They were my kids and I had a hand in raising them. It just came to a point where I was dreading coming to work every morning and everyone could see it in my face. I may be able to keep my feelings to myself when it comes to verbal communication, but when you see my face, you know something is up.
The conversation with my supervisor went pretty much as follows:
Supervisor: Are you frustrated?
Supervisor: What about?
Supervisor: Do you want to leave?
Me: Yes, but-
Supervisor: We want you to be happy.
Me: (tears welling up in eyes) ...
Me: (Grabs a paper towel to wipe face)...
Me: (the Angel on one shoulder and the Devil on the other have reached an agreement) I guess I'm giving you my two weeks notice.
Do you know how good I felt after I said those words? I was afraid for my future, but I felt so good. I felt Like Elphaba from Wicked. "Unlimited, my future is unlimited"
Now, I just have to work on step 2 and make this the best year ever.