A few months ago (alright almost a year) I wrote a blog about how it's better to cry in a Maserati than in a Toyota. What a difference a year makes. As those of you who follow my blog know, I have spent the last eight months in a job that I hate. Hate might be a tame work to what that job was. It was a pit of negativity and stress. It was everything that I have never wanted. There was nothing fulfilling about it. I literally didn't like anything about my job except my staff, and there were even a few of them that I didn't like.
It seems that I can't go through a year without some sort of turmoil and August 1st seems to be a significant date for me. I moved back to Portland from Olympia on August 1st, 2011. Josh and I spent our first vacation together last year on August 1st. And this year August 1st was my last day at the job that I couldn't stand.
I won't deny it. I'm kind of freaking out. Change is hard and scary. I had a job that paid REALLY well. But it came down to the money or taking care of myself and my family. I have spent the entire eight months of my employment in this position hating it. I have gained 20 pounds. I have neglected my friendships and my personal relationships. I have been so emotionally spent at the end of every day that all I can do is sit in the recliner, drink wine and watch TV.
Today was the first day of unemployment. It was interesting. I felt like I should be doing something all day long. I did all of the laundry and I cleaned out the junk drawer. I also took PJ to a movie for the first time in almost a year. And I made dinner. That was probably the weirdest thing of all. I. MADE. DINNER. I don't think that I have made dinner one time since Josh got here six months ago. I certainly haven't done it on a weeknight. I love cooking and I love baking and even that fell to the wayside.
Unemployment is going to be interesting. I don't plan on staying unemployed. I plan to get at least a part time job and I am certainly going to go to school full time. I do plan on taking a few weeks off and I plan on enjoying this time. I also plan on never doing property management again. And I plan to never lose sight of what's important in life. It certainly isn't that Maserati.