I am happy to say that I have a huge life change coming up. No, I’m not pregnant (yet! 😉 ) but I am starting a new chapter in my life. One that I hope I am excited to read. I am giving my THREE weeks notice in a week and a half. My last day will be July 27th. I am over the moon about this. I need to get rid of the most stressful thing in my life, and that happens to be work. I am so grateful that my husband is able to support us both and that his parents were able to give us a loan for our IVF treatments. I know we are incredibly lucky.
My job makes me feel good, in that I am great at what I do and I get a lot of compliments from the managers. I just can’t stand the customers (surprise) and my coworker. She does nothing. She just doesn’t care and her attitude is terrible. I used to talk to her a lot, but everything changed once we started treatments.
I told my coworker and my bosses back in August that my husband and I could not conceive on our own. This had to be done because, as anyone going through this type of thing knows, it requires a lot of doctors appointments. I needed them to know that I’d be leaving a lot. So i told them that I’d need them to try and keep everything as stress-free as possible. No freaking out, cussing, or screaming that you hate everyone (yes, this actually is what goes on where I work) and everyone agreed. Not everyone followed through though. That’s when I knew that I didn’t actually like my coworker.
The crap really hit the fan on the day I found out I miscarried. I got the call while I was at work. I ran inside, sobbing, and grabbed my purse and left. I sent a text to one boss who knew what was going on (he knew I had gone in for my second blood test) and then I spent the next two days sobbing, hysterical and wondering why this had to happen. So receiving an email from my coworker the next day, asking me why I was mad at her and why I wasn’t talking to her anymore, sent me to a bad place. I was FURIOUS. Still am. Why on earth would you make everything about you when someone gets a phone call and leaves crying? She didn’t know I was pregnant, but what if a family member had passed away? Or someone was sick or in an accident? Ugh. Just can’t get over it. Won’t get over it.
I am so glad to be leaving…… 21 more work days and I am gone! So long! Buh-bye. Don’t let the door hit you… oh, wait. Um… you know what? The door can hit me in the ass on the way out. I would smile at that butt bruise for weeks!