To be honest, I'm not counting working today (Saturday) or the 4th of July. Both are optional, so I've convinced myself they don't count toward the end of this adventure.
(Delusion is sometimes a great state to experience.)
Each day, since I gave notice, has provided validation that I have made the right decision.
A sarcastic word here, an angry voice there, anger everywhere.
A pep talk to myself:
Change is hard for people and as our company changes and mutates so does the uncertainty and fear. All normal, but all very unpleasant. I stayed as long as I could to help, but it's time for me to go.
I'm collecting applications. Target. CVS (Longs). Ben Franklin Craft Store. Even Walmart.
I have told only a few of my closest friends that I'm leaving. And how I do enjoy the look on their faces when I tell them what type of job I want to do.
Actually, some of them are horrified.
From Business Manager to store clerk or courtesy clerk.
It is my dream. No desk that has paper with a million things to do. One thing off if I'm lucky during each day. Five projects added.
Never done. Always stressful.
At a store. No carryover from day-to-day. A fresh start each day. Only dealing with screaming feet (OK, maybe a whole screaming body). Rude tourists, but they pass by quickly. A cranky boss (I can deal).
Minimum wage. I didn't even know it was $9.25 per hour with a promise of $10.10 in 2018.
It means no out food unless there's a desperate need. One car so one of us takes the bus, a bike, or walks. Deciding what's absolutely critical.
And it all sounds like Heaven.
To the beach every day. Making ravioli. Reading. Writing. All those things that wait for a stolen moment here and there.
And the energy that now goes to the "business" and "other" people, being spent on Dear Husband, our relationship, and myself.
Wishing you happiness and a wonderful weekend.