Victory
Today was filled with little flutters of nervousness.
I gave my notice today. It was harder to do this time, than any time prior. I've quit several jobs before, but I haven't before waited until I was happy with the people at the particular prior to quiting, it was an interesting difference to me. This brought to the forefront of my brain two distinct things: The first job I quit, and forgiveness.
I quit my first job for a multitude of reasons, but the final straw was when, I decided to be nice to a stressed out manager I had on a short staffed day. I didn't take any of my breaks, since there was noone to stand in my place (as a bellboy), and I had plenty of things to occupy me. At the end of my shift I asked her if, since I had skipped my breaks to help out, I could leave 2 minutes early as activities had wound down. She told me that she wasn't there to babysit me, and berated me when I looked at her incredulously(before I could contain myself, I had no acting experience at the time).
That kind of crap makes it easy to quit on the spot, and I still gave two weeks notice.
But since then I have adopted a much more easygoing philosophy of forgive and forget. It has been quite successful at keeping me stressfree and happy most of the time.
Today, one of the tellers at the CU asked me if she should forgive one of her Exes who wanted to be part of her life again (FoC). She was afraid of a broken heart when said ex was shipped of to Iraq and didn't make it back.
That seemed to me to be a strange reaasaon not to forgive someone, but running with that thought, I can't think of a good reason not to forgive someone.
Which put staying at my job in perspective. I had gotten pretty good at forgiving various parts of the CU for the sometimes inane, sometimes offensive ways they dealt with things. That's all well and good, but I wanted to contribute something, wanted to make the CU better, and in doing so, kept on rewarding myself by butting up against all of those things that desperately needed forgiving.
I had turned myself into a victim.
It's a strange backwards way of looking at it now, but the small climactic moments of clarity that sneak up on you and vanish seldom make as much sense when looked at with an outside eye.
On the super awesome plus side, while right now, I work at two jobs, on the 7th of June, I will be working only at one job, and that job will have an office segway, and a fußball table.
And cool coworkers, who will make me want to contribute.
...
I think this entry is longer than the sum of the rest of my entries.
Spooky
I gave my notice today. It was harder to do this time, than any time prior. I've quit several jobs before, but I haven't before waited until I was happy with the people at the particular prior to quiting, it was an interesting difference to me. This brought to the forefront of my brain two distinct things: The first job I quit, and forgiveness.
I quit my first job for a multitude of reasons, but the final straw was when, I decided to be nice to a stressed out manager I had on a short staffed day. I didn't take any of my breaks, since there was noone to stand in my place (as a bellboy), and I had plenty of things to occupy me. At the end of my shift I asked her if, since I had skipped my breaks to help out, I could leave 2 minutes early as activities had wound down. She told me that she wasn't there to babysit me, and berated me when I looked at her incredulously(before I could contain myself, I had no acting experience at the time).
That kind of crap makes it easy to quit on the spot, and I still gave two weeks notice.
But since then I have adopted a much more easygoing philosophy of forgive and forget. It has been quite successful at keeping me stressfree and happy most of the time.
Today, one of the tellers at the CU asked me if she should forgive one of her Exes who wanted to be part of her life again (FoC). She was afraid of a broken heart when said ex was shipped of to Iraq and didn't make it back.
That seemed to me to be a strange reaasaon not to forgive someone, but running with that thought, I can't think of a good reason not to forgive someone.
Which put staying at my job in perspective. I had gotten pretty good at forgiving various parts of the CU for the sometimes inane, sometimes offensive ways they dealt with things. That's all well and good, but I wanted to contribute something, wanted to make the CU better, and in doing so, kept on rewarding myself by butting up against all of those things that desperately needed forgiving.
I had turned myself into a victim.
It's a strange backwards way of looking at it now, but the small climactic moments of clarity that sneak up on you and vanish seldom make as much sense when looked at with an outside eye.
On the super awesome plus side, while right now, I work at two jobs, on the 7th of June, I will be working only at one job, and that job will have an office segway, and a fußball table.
And cool coworkers, who will make me want to contribute.
...
I think this entry is longer than the sum of the rest of my entries.
Spooky