I went and done it. I accepted a new job. Forty-hour weeks and a higher rate of pay.
I haven’t worked forty hours a week at a job outside of the house with any regularity in… over 5 years.
I am a little anxious. The job I took is as an Administrative Assistant in the Human Services field; it will include a lot of work. According to my group interview, there is never a dull moment – they ALWAYS have something to do. I’m a bit freaked at the idea that I will actually have things to accomplish. Responsibilities outside of “being a warm body to answer the phones”.
My interview actually involved a lot of laughing. I’m horrible about pretension… I don’t get how people can come up with bullshit answers. Any questions they asked me, I answered honestly. Yes, some shitty stuff goes down in the workplace. Ultimately is that why I’m leaving my current/last job? No. I’m leaving because of lack of hours and the piling up of multiple “little things”.
I choose to believe that I’m making the right move. These people are excited about me.
Today, I submit my letter of resignation. That is going to feel really weird. I am only scheduled to work five days between today and June 7th, my official (according to the letter) last day.
I have a feeling that the boss and his wife will be incredibly upset. I think she will cry.
Since I’m actually writing this Wednesday night… I need to rehearse my game plan for tomorrow. What are my reasons? Why now? If they offer me more money or try to get me to stay on board… what will I say? I must prepare.
And maybe take an Ativan or two.