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11 years ago
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Priority One
Amazingly enough, Yeah, I actually quit my job last week.
I still can't believe it.
It's something we've been debating for a while. My thesis needed to be priority one, as Joe says. And the job just wasn't helping any at all. Know that job that you used to love then slowly started to dread then eventually come to hate? That was my daily hurtle. I worked there for two years. I loved most of the people. I will miss them terribly. But there are some things more important. Like school, my masters, my thesis, my career, and our future. My masters will make it possible for Joe to ETS. My masters will make moving home possible. This is a very important step in our lives.
I love all of the support I got from my friends on Facebook and Twitter. Thank you all so much! After listening to very small minded people tell me I wasn't a wise decision, I had the support from the people who actually mattered. The boss man asked me why I was doing this, and if I had a plan. I told him about graduating and them moving home so I could be looking for a job, and hopefully finding a job, and house hunting before Joe ETSed. My supervisor kept making jokes about how young and naive I was, how hopefully and unrealistic I was about my future. I just wanted to scream. For someone who was trying to convince me to stay, she was making it really easy to walk away. It makes perfect fucking sense that I would go back home and find a job before Joe quits his, right?? We are not stupid. We're planners. We cant be unemployed and homeless when Joe ETSs. This is our plan, and I think it's a damn good one. Oh, the other option she gave me was to take a break and work on my thesis and then come back in July when I'm finished instead of going back to Arkansas. Why on Earth would I come back and work with these people after I have a MASTERS?? I hate the man I used to work under. He pulls "rank" on us all the time. I would I have a degree over him only to come back and be barked at by his dumb ass? I don't think so.
Anyway, I've been reading like crazy and writing a little too. I have a stack of articles literally about 4 inches tall I've been working my way through. I'm learning so much about my topic and hopefully coming to a good point to research.
I am so lucky to have such an amazing husband who let me quit my job. It was so unnecessarily stressful and frustrating. Going to work everyday only to come home tired and pissed just wasn't worth it anymore.
And yet... I feel so guilty. Joe still hates his job but he cant quit his. There are some amazing women on Twitter who have been looking for jobs for months without success. And here I am just quitting mine. I looked at Joe this weekend in a panic... "Am I a 'homemaker' now?" I know it sound offensive, but that is not my idea of a good title. He just smiled.... "you are a student now." Ahh... does he know me or what??
I still can't believe it.
It's something we've been debating for a while. My thesis needed to be priority one, as Joe says. And the job just wasn't helping any at all. Know that job that you used to love then slowly started to dread then eventually come to hate? That was my daily hurtle. I worked there for two years. I loved most of the people. I will miss them terribly. But there are some things more important. Like school, my masters, my thesis, my career, and our future. My masters will make it possible for Joe to ETS. My masters will make moving home possible. This is a very important step in our lives.
I love all of the support I got from my friends on Facebook and Twitter. Thank you all so much! After listening to very small minded people tell me I wasn't a wise decision, I had the support from the people who actually mattered. The boss man asked me why I was doing this, and if I had a plan. I told him about graduating and them moving home so I could be looking for a job, and hopefully finding a job, and house hunting before Joe ETSed. My supervisor kept making jokes about how young and naive I was, how hopefully and unrealistic I was about my future. I just wanted to scream. For someone who was trying to convince me to stay, she was making it really easy to walk away. It makes perfect fucking sense that I would go back home and find a job before Joe quits his, right?? We are not stupid. We're planners. We cant be unemployed and homeless when Joe ETSs. This is our plan, and I think it's a damn good one. Oh, the other option she gave me was to take a break and work on my thesis and then come back in July when I'm finished instead of going back to Arkansas. Why on Earth would I come back and work with these people after I have a MASTERS?? I hate the man I used to work under. He pulls "rank" on us all the time. I would I have a degree over him only to come back and be barked at by his dumb ass? I don't think so.
Anyway, I've been reading like crazy and writing a little too. I have a stack of articles literally about 4 inches tall I've been working my way through. I'm learning so much about my topic and hopefully coming to a good point to research.
I am so lucky to have such an amazing husband who let me quit my job. It was so unnecessarily stressful and frustrating. Going to work everyday only to come home tired and pissed just wasn't worth it anymore.
And yet... I feel so guilty. Joe still hates his job but he cant quit his. There are some amazing women on Twitter who have been looking for jobs for months without success. And here I am just quitting mine. I looked at Joe this weekend in a panic... "Am I a 'homemaker' now?" I know it sound offensive, but that is not my idea of a good title. He just smiled.... "you are a student now." Ahh... does he know me or what??
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