When I came back after vacation, I was informed that hours had been cut in order to not have to lay anyone else off. There had been a few layoffs a couple months back. The company is a small company and was down to fourteen people at this point. My thought was "Hooray" I get a day off during the week, which was awesome as I always need more time.
The week after vacation I had Thursday off. So I would work three days, off a day, work one day and then the weekend would be here again. (I spent that Thurday, my first day off taking care of my sick grandson, so it changed all the plans I had made for the day, but I wouldn't have traded that for the world, my grandson comes first in my books!)
I have been unhappy at my job for a few years. I had been fighting to stay for one reason or another. The last reason was when my husband retired. I wanted him to feel comfortable about retiring and not worry about money. After working for 39 years for the same company, it wasn't easy for him to retire. He loved his job, but politics was getting in the way at this point. He finally retired last May after talking about it for five years. So, I stayed at work to make sure he had an easy and comfortable transition. I didn't want him worrying that we needed to find money from the trees in the backyard!
At my job you never knew what you were in for when you walked in the door. It was always a deep breath before opening the door and entering. I came home very tired and stressed or unhappy most of the time.
Friday, being the last working day before the weekend, ended up truly being my last working day! I walked out after seven years. I have never done anything like that before in my life. I am still dealing with it in my head. There are so many people out of work, hours being cut, pay being cut, and I walk out on my job! I am unemployed! It is so against my nature to do something like this. I know I just pushed myself to long. The last straw had hit. So now, I have no income of my own, no job to go to, and no reason to be up at six a.m. every morning.
The amazing thing is that here just a day later I find I am feeling so much more relaxed. Sure my head is still playing some games with me, but I know I did what I had to do. Never in a million years would I have thought I would walk out of a job and not give two weeks notice. But I am so happy I am not working there any longer. I am not even sure if the company will be in existence a couple months from now, but I couldn't wait any longer to find out. Crazy huh?
I have so much I want to do and am having a difficult time yet putting it all in order. This weekend is a time for me to relax and enjoy. Three parties to attend, the first having been last night. I felt so alive last night and really enjoyed the party. I feel my true being is coming back to me already. Life is to short to be so miserable.
About two and a half hours after I had been at work and this last issue arose, I was just sitting there contemplating my intentions, not being able to work at all. I called my husband before I quit yesterday to give him a heads up on what I was going to do. He told me to do what was going to make me happy. I didn't want him to stress. (No matter what happens in life we always seem to get through the challenges, don't we?) He handled it pretty well actually, but he knew how unhappy I was. He had a saying he would tell me each morning to help me get through the day, and on Friday I took that saying literally and quit. The only thing I will miss are a few people I worked with.
I look forward to all life is offering me at this point. I am anxious to finally take care of myself again and have a couple major things I plan to do. I am looking forward to my new granddaughter arriving in April. I have started crocheting baby blankets. I am anxious to clean every square inch of my house. I look forward to blogging, researching, riding my Harley, fishing and moving forward with everything I want to do. How I am going to do all of this without an income is beyond me, but it is going to happen. (Thank goodness I have some money put away)
I do not plan to go back to work unless I get bored (highly unlikely) or have a major need for money, which is a good thing as jobs are getting tough to come by. If I did go back to work I would want a part time job doing something fun. At this point though, I tend to think if I do anything, I would help watch my grandchildren and save the kids some money with daycare, which is so outrageous these days.
Off to another birthday party tonight, a Harley ride in the morning and a friend's house for the Super Bowl tomorrow. My weekend is going way to fast! But I am enjoying it, come Monday I will work on some constuctive plans!
And with more time on my hands, you may even see more posts from me!
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Wishing you success in all of your genealogical treasure hunts!
Msteri
