Not so unusual historically for me, I quit my job on a whim a couple weeks ago.
Yup. Just had enough.
So I am busy looking at other prospects. One place seems likely. It is even closer to home...less of a walk, and it pays commission.
It was rather disgusting how at the other place the client company was practically forcing us to sell (although it was never worded as such to keep the sales-job-phobic reps pacified) migrations.
Put my resume for public view on monster.com this time and, wow!, getting unsolicited job offers calling. Luckily I got my Tracfone specifically for business use only so I know it's a job call when it rings. What an age we live in where you can have multiple phones for multiple uses. Like the landline I use for this internet connection (ugh, yes dial-up, I know! It sucks, but alas, I am poor, boo hoo!)...we use it just for that. I think I used it once to make a call for pizza delivery since it was right there, you know? Hopefully noone tries to call us on that line, BTW, since we shut the ringer off and wouldn't even know if someone was trying to call.
Times like this though is when I miss a car the most. Well, got noone to blame but myself for that now, do I?
Ric has been okay about this "transition". In past years he was quite the jerk, but though he is worried (it's his nature...he's a worry-wort) he is not haughty or "Daddy-esque".
I do suspect though, that Ric is a pod person...an "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" facimile of the original Ric that went into the treatment program and never came out. It's okay though. This alien version is a lot more predicatable and we're doing nice sober-friendly activities like renting DVDs, playing RISK and Scrabble, playing raquetball. He was saying he was even thinking of buying an XBOX360, but when I told him the price he toned down that tune...yet I did suggest a PS2 might be more affordable an right now has a lot more titles to choose from. He might get that for Christmas. Yay!
I talked to Phil last week. He called me after noticing I was out a few days from work. Phil knows I'm a slacker so being out a couple days didn't garner any concern, but when 3 and 4 days went by, he knew something was up. I told him I quit, but no hard feelings, just wasn't thrilled about the job and hated being there. You know you need to quit when you look at the clock literally 20 times a day and each time, even just before end of shift, you keep sighing that it's not over yet.
Well, as I am sitting here typing this, Mildred's CD/DVD-ROM drive is making funny noises, though it should need to access any CD right now. Don't tell me it's gonna fail...again!
A running joke in our household when I was growing up was that if anyone bought my Mom an electric can opener as a gift, it was doomed. My Mom knew her way around the kitchen very well, and used appliances like can openers properly and with care, but it didn't matter...them suckers just kept on breaking! It was a weird jinx.
Well, CD-ROM drives are for me what electric can openers were for her. This Mildred (remember, she is the 10th) alone has gone through 2 already. Though, yes I've had to replace other components of 'puters over the years (like hard drives...what a bitch when they die!) none so frequently as CD-ROM drives. And this current one is a nice DVD burner and all. Arrrgh!
Anyway, it's now "...8:15 in the city..." and I gotta get ready for an interview scheduled for today so I can soon be singing "Workin' Nine To Five!". (I think I'd make a great drag version of Dolly!)