We’re all pretty much Workin’ for a Livin’. November and December have traditionally been my favorite months of the year. Historically they are the two months jam packed with so much holiday fun and excitement it’s just too much. One of these years I swear I’m going to learn to enjoy them, one of these years I’m going to finally not work entirely too much during them. Just not this year.
Exactly one year ago today I quit my job.
We don’t often speak of it that way but that’s what I did. I’ve worked since I was fourteen years old and I’d never quit a job, ever. I can tell you that no one was as shocked as me (and more than a few people were shocked) and it came as such a surprise that even I was blindsided.
In fairness the job I quit wasn’t really the job I quit, the one I truly quit was the one I gave the appropriate two weeks notice and left for another job. Unfortunately the job I left for was the wrong job but I took it because I knew the job I was leaving was probably going to kill me. The job I took had promise and seemed in theory a good fit for me but after about a month I realized I couldn’t have been more wrong. The job seemed to fit all my interests and the people there were nice but the more I talked about it to others the more I realized it wasn’t going to be for me.