A Life Change To Change My Life

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!  

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