This Wednesday I walked out of my job. Nothing had particularly happened since my mild dda related rant on Monday. I sat at my desk as per every other day since last July, and something felt different. I couldn't stand the thought of a day in the life of this happy person that I appear to have become.
So I told the admin assistant I felt ill, and I walked out. I also have no intention of returning and although I have been informed that I am required to give a months notice... I have no intention of doing so. Unison and HR are now sorting the finalities out on my behalf.
Thursday brought about a feeling of relief and for the first time in a long time I feel more positive, as if my fingertips have happened across a silver lining in the sad cloud of my working life.
Armed with CV's I strolled down the road into town, with the gentle strumming of Benjamin Francis Leftwich's "Atlas Hands" softening the sounds of traffic via my headphones. I took my CV into Starbucks and into a small but quirky clothing and gifts shop called Joy. I was not expecting my overqualified, irrelevant and unrelated employment history to aid me in achieving anything in these stores.
But I was pleasantly mistaken. Starbucks rang me straight away and I have a two hour trial shift on Monday (everything crossed). I had an interview for today at Joy which went well (I think), and how lovely would it be to work in a store called Joy!
I find out about both on Tuesday so I am remaining hopeful, albeit a little difficult.
In the meantime, my newfound free time has been filled by the perusing of small boutiques and stores sporting home baked goodies. I found myself rummaging through various handmade creations, thinking to myself "I reckon I could make nearly all of this stuff"... So that is what I intend to channel my spare time into.
Sewing, crafting and baking is my new spare time venture, and I intent to immerse myself in it happily. I also intend to get out my guitar and channel my fears, thoughts and feelings into some new music.
2011 will be my year, even though I know I will have to work hard to make that so.
From Under the Ivy Tree: Snippets of confusion from a life more ordinary
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