That’s me. As of…Oh, an hour ago.
The frustration and the shock of it has worn off. Sort of.
I won’t go into the details.
Those who have known me long enough know that I wasn’t the happiest there anyway but to be UNEMPLOYED? It’s a shock to my system.
I’ve been working since I was 16, sometimes two jobs at a time. The only time I was unemployed was summer of 2006, which we don’t talk about. Ever.
(I already know this post will be all over the place)
Bottom line is that I wasn’t too happy at my job and I was trying to make it work. Or I thought I was. But it’s hard to be passionate about a job you can barely tolerate. I tried. I really did. Hell, I even volunteered to go in at 7 a.m. to break the cycle so I could maybe do better.
It was a surprise but then again, it wasn’t. Deep down, I’m surprised I even lasted this long but I have bills to pay. Even more now that I have rent.
Responsibilities got in the way of my resignation. Maybe they did me a favor today, by taking that choice away from me.
I can’t not work. I know this. As much as I wish I could go to school full-time, I have to have an income.
Maybe this is the push I needed to get more involved with my writing. Maybe this is what I needed to finally establish my freelance business (Even though I’ve already started looking into the proper channels for the legal side of things).
I know that everything will work out.
I also know that I will stumble.
As much as I have a loving and supportive boyfriend, as well as amazing friends, I don’t have a supportive family. The hardest thing for me in the next couple of months will be dealing with THEM.
But this is my life.
I know I can do this.
But just be patient as I stumble and cry all over your shirt, OK?
If you’re in the DC area and know of anyone hiring, please let me know. I’m looking for everything from paid internships to P/T and F/T positions.