Changes

I finally had my breaking point with my job. On Tuesday, I was running late, and in a mad dash to get all the kids delivered to school and babysitter, I was super stressed out and on the verge of tears because I knew that when I called into work to let them know, I was going to get hell for it. My job had become quite a source of stress in my life, and it had gotten to the point to where I dreaded having to go into the office everyday. Just dealing with all the bullshit, the drama, and the 8 bosses was getting to be too much. The way we were treated was awful, if one person made a mistake, then everyone got bitched at. It was rediculous. If someone makes a mistake, you take it up with that person, not the whole office.

So, I put in my notice. Handed in my resignation saying my last day would be the 19th. Well, I didn't hear from my boss for pretty much most of the day after sending the email, and then I got a call from one of the women I had interviewed with for another position. She was trying to call my references but one of the phone numbers wasn't working. I gave her the new number, and then about 10 minutes later I received a call from my boss. "So, you're leaving us, huh? You going somewhere else?" to which I relied, "well, that all depends. Not sure yet what I'm doing." So then she tells me that her and the VP had talked it over, and since it was slow, and the account wasn't doing much, that they had decided that my last day should be the 5th. I would be leaving this company in only a matter of days.

Now I started to panic. Did I make the right decision? I had quit my job before I was sure I had another job lined up. What if this other job, my dream job, didn't come through? What was I going to do then? God knows, in this economy, with everyone losing jobs, it wouldn't be easy to find something else. I mean, granted, we live in Alaska, where we're not really affected as hard as the rest of the country when shit goes down, but we were starting to feel some of the effects, and it's only a matter of time before things get worse. Besides, it's right before Christmas and we're already struggling to recover from a hit our finances took in October.

As the days progressed, and Friday loomed closer and closer, I was excited about the fact that I was leaving, and didn't have to deal with this crap anymore, but I was getting more and more anxious as to wether or not I had made the right decision. Then Friday morning came along.

For the first time this week, I was able to sleep the night before, and woke up early enough to get a shower in before I had to deliver all the kids to their respective daytime locations. But I managed to leave my cell phone sitting next to the sink when we walked out of the house, and I realized this as I was halfway to our first destination. I managed to deliver all the children and have enough time to run back home and get my cell phone. I had missed about 5 calls. No surprise since I knew that my husband had been trying to call me all morning. I didn't bother to check to see who the calls were from, I figured they were from him. So I cleared the message from the screen, then saw I had a voicemail. Again, I figured it was from my husband so I cleared the screen.

Let me take a moment here to just say that anyone who knows me, knows that I'm horrible when it comes to voicemail and calling people back. I like to think that if it's really important, they'll call back. So I usually wind up leaving voicemail messages in my inbox for quite a while before I check them. But for whatever reason, this morning, I decided to check the voicemail before I even left the house to head to work.

It was the deputy director of the position I had applied for. She wanted me to call her back. I sat there for a few moments, looking at me phone, repeating "oh my god." over and over. Finally I dialed the number and called her back. They were offering me the position. They wanted to know how soon I could start! I told her Monday, she was surprised, and then I explained that today was my last day with this company. Perfect timing she said! So without missing ANY workdays, I have a new job. And not only do I have a new job, I have the job I've always wanted! My dream job! How awesome is that!! Thank you God!

Now, a lot of the people I know would have left their position, said screw it, I've got a new job, I hate this place anyway, I'm not going to deal with this shit anymore, and leave everyone high and dry. Not me. I have a very strong work ethic, and I actually care about a lot of the people I work with, and I care wether or not someone is going to have to come along after me and clean everything up. So I spent my 8 hours making sure I had everything covered and making sure all the small details were taken care of. I cleaned out my desk and made sure that all the work I had done in the past month was taken care of, and if there was anything left pending. Made a nice neat little stack of work and put it on my supervisors desk as I left. I would like to think I left on good note, even sending out my goodbye emails and thanking everyone for such an opportunity to work with them, sent emails to my boss and the VP thanking them for allowing me the opportunity to work with them, and on such a complicated account when I had no experience to start with. Unfortunately, I didn't get a response from either person, but I did get plenty of well wishes and goodbyes from a majority of my co-workers. And that was more than enough for me! I am going to miss those people. I will not however, miss the rest of them.

I'm excited for my new career, my new adventure, and this new direction my life is heading. For once in my life, everything seems balanced. And that's a good thing, since I'm a Libra and need that balance. You know, scales and all that. My love life is fantastic, my home life is fantastic, and now, my professional life is fantastic. What more could a girl ask for??