The Great Experiment Is Vindicated!
Mr. C and I stopped by my former workplace this morning to visit all my co-workers. These people had become important friends in my 8 years at the job; everyone I worked with, in fact, was sort of a deranged extended family member.
One of the reasons it took me so long to decide to quit and stay at home was that I was worried about leaving this job I loved so much and missing these people I'd come to care about. I sat with some of them today and caught up on current events, and it proved to me that I am SO HAPPY NOT TO BE THERE ANYMORE!
A drama occurred about a week after I'd left, and the reactions to that drama have been -- in my opinion -- unnecessarily harsh. I'm watching the way Management is working and shaking my head at how they're just making it harder and harder for their underlings. Things were tough enough in the months before I left (which certainly made it a little easier to decide to leave), but now they sound downright unbearable. Which makes me wonder at how people that you may not even respect can have such control over your chance for happiness.
To top it all off, a co-worker then went on to tell me that my supervisor had said that certain protocols had been put in place in my former section simply because I had been "a wild card, who did whatever [I] wanted". Which, in my own humble opinion, is COMPLETE CRAP, and makes me feel like complete crap, and makes me angry and sad and frustrated that someone would say something like that behind my back and never to my face . . . and long after I was gone, to boot.
Still reeling, Mr. C and I headed home. We stopped at the grocery store, where he helped me put things in the cart and kept stealing my grocery list to throw on the ground, amidst laughter from both of us. We picked out food that I'm excited to shape into bugs and creepy-crawlies for a Halloween party I'm hosting in a few days for the new playgroup. We saw a friend in the check-out line, who's coming to the party and says she's looking forward to it. I hummed in the car on the way home, happily planning these things for the next week while Mr. C babbled in the back seat and pointed out the sights to me.
When we got home, Bee was back from his morning work and was busily building a fire. He played with Mr. C for a bit, then the toddler went down for his nap. Bee and I sat by the fire and I told him about my experiences this morning, and I read aloud a card an aunt had sent congratulating me on staying home and pepping me up because, although she knew staying home was hard, the sacrifice would be worth it in the future.
And I thought, "What sacrifice?" I've been having the time of my life since quitting, and I'm shocked at how easy it is. I'd been so worried about going crazy and feeling trapped and being bored with Mr. C, but it turns out that I love it. And I know it's only been two months, and I know that being stuck inside all winter will be the real test, and I know that I probably shouldn't sing about how easy it is where Bee can read it and has proof and can therefore blackmail me with it later when the occasion calls for such a thing . . . but there it is.
I am so happy and relaxed right now, and my visit this morning only proves to me -- more than ever -- that where I am right now is where I'm supposed to be.
One of the reasons it took me so long to decide to quit and stay at home was that I was worried about leaving this job I loved so much and missing these people I'd come to care about. I sat with some of them today and caught up on current events, and it proved to me that I am SO HAPPY NOT TO BE THERE ANYMORE!
A drama occurred about a week after I'd left, and the reactions to that drama have been -- in my opinion -- unnecessarily harsh. I'm watching the way Management is working and shaking my head at how they're just making it harder and harder for their underlings. Things were tough enough in the months before I left (which certainly made it a little easier to decide to leave), but now they sound downright unbearable. Which makes me wonder at how people that you may not even respect can have such control over your chance for happiness.
To top it all off, a co-worker then went on to tell me that my supervisor had said that certain protocols had been put in place in my former section simply because I had been "a wild card, who did whatever [I] wanted". Which, in my own humble opinion, is COMPLETE CRAP, and makes me feel like complete crap, and makes me angry and sad and frustrated that someone would say something like that behind my back and never to my face . . . and long after I was gone, to boot.
Still reeling, Mr. C and I headed home. We stopped at the grocery store, where he helped me put things in the cart and kept stealing my grocery list to throw on the ground, amidst laughter from both of us. We picked out food that I'm excited to shape into bugs and creepy-crawlies for a Halloween party I'm hosting in a few days for the new playgroup. We saw a friend in the check-out line, who's coming to the party and says she's looking forward to it. I hummed in the car on the way home, happily planning these things for the next week while Mr. C babbled in the back seat and pointed out the sights to me.
When we got home, Bee was back from his morning work and was busily building a fire. He played with Mr. C for a bit, then the toddler went down for his nap. Bee and I sat by the fire and I told him about my experiences this morning, and I read aloud a card an aunt had sent congratulating me on staying home and pepping me up because, although she knew staying home was hard, the sacrifice would be worth it in the future.
And I thought, "What sacrifice?" I've been having the time of my life since quitting, and I'm shocked at how easy it is. I'd been so worried about going crazy and feeling trapped and being bored with Mr. C, but it turns out that I love it. And I know it's only been two months, and I know that being stuck inside all winter will be the real test, and I know that I probably shouldn't sing about how easy it is where Bee can read it and has proof and can therefore blackmail me with it later when the occasion calls for such a thing . . . but there it is.
I am so happy and relaxed right now, and my visit this morning only proves to me -- more than ever -- that where I am right now is where I'm supposed to be.
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