Everyday I find myself hating my job just a little bit more.
Everyday I find myself holding my tongue and wondering why I don’t just go look for another job.
I have these visions of standing up in the middle of an office meeting, telling my boss to bite me and just walking out. Knowing that 90% of the room would be silently cheering me.
Very Norma Rae’like.
Then I look at my bank account. And think about Christmas costs. And how I’m going to be 60 when my mortgage is paid.
And I stay seated in that dark, dreary insane asylum I call work. Noone applauds. No Norma Rae.
But someday…..
What’s to stop you looking though my fine friend. Looking can’t hurt. Going for interviews can’t hurt.
AND THEN….
The resignation can be WONDEROUS.
Don’t be a fearless knitter – get out there….go on.
Go Roxy
Go Roxy
Go Roxy
By: Donyale on November 12, 2009
at 10:13 pm
I see that dream as a positive … at least you arent dreaming of going postal…or are you?
By: shan on November 12, 2009
at 11:13 pm
Maybe one day you’ll ALL jump up at the same time. That would be awesome. Hang in there and keep that dream alive.
By: Laurie on November 13, 2009
at 3:04 pm
*fist pump* I’m with ya, sister. This morning, I asked the doctor for an excuse note covering the rest of the quarter.
By: Kim on November 13, 2009
at 4:37 pm