I’ve never been good at giving notice at a job. I’ve always been a bit self conscious that way. It’s probably also why I hate small talk, can’t network for the life of me while my fiancé? Is a master at it.
Tonight, I’ve decided, to give my notice at Job #2.
Working two jobs for the past nine months or so has been… a lot of fun. But, given that I think, per the suggestion of you lovely freaders, I’m going to take a grad course at the USDA grad school in the fall, and I’m still….*supposedly* training for the Marathon in October, and wedding planning? Oh boy. I can’t do the two jobs thing and getting paid $8 per hour to get me a free gym membership that I ah-hem, rarely use? Just…not worth it. Not anymore.
I will admit however, that I have met some lovely lovely people working there. D, my favorite wedding planner extraordinare, D my gal from Idaho, M my crazy pal, R my training buddy, R the crazy gal with the red hair who is awesomely hilarious, and of course the other D who is now doing his post-doc in Reno. I miss him. All of these people are amazing, I probably missed a few but the people that I shared late nights, early mornings, abs class training, and weekends with? Made me laugh, smile and cry. They’ve been fun, they’ve gotten me a bit tipsy at our Holiday Party and then some. I’ll miss them…really…I will but I just can’t do it anymore. Anyone who works two jobs or has ever worked two jobs where you work 9-6 and then till the wee hours of night? Knows it’s not easy.
My schedule this month and my decision to take a grad class this fall is probably what did me in. This week in particular is crazy – working till 11:30 tonight, working till 11:30 tomorrow night and then bringing the dog to her day care bright and early on Friday am so we can get an earlier shuttle *instead of our 6pm one* to NY so we can go to a 10a wedding Saturday that’s about an hour and a half from the Future in-law’s house and then make it to the Bronx from CT early Sunday morning to visit with family and talk wedding planning before our 4pm flight?
Not my idea of fun.
But wait…it gets better because the following Monday, after our trip from Vermont, we have a 6am flight out of Burlington on Monday am into BWI only to go straight to work and then straight to job #2 to work from 6:30-10p. If that’s not a long day? I don’t know what is. I cringe just thinking of what my exhaustion level is going to be.
Anyhow, I wasn’t writing to be a whiny brat (though I know I probably sound like one) but rather to reflect on giving notice. Granted two jobs since I graduated I’ve gotten the boot from. Jobs before that were co-op jobs so they were according to the semester/mini-mester schedule and ending was prescheduled. Sometimes I cried (after my Hill Internship) and sometimes I left clicking my heels (after coop #2 where I was ALMOST fired no fewer than 4 times for merely checking my personal email when I had nothing to do…bastards.) but either way I never really had to give notice.
So giving my notice to my boss tonight is going to be a bit….bittersweet. I’m excited to have free time to run, I’m excited to be able to get to bed before midnight on all these nights. I’m excited to become a full time wedding planner because everyone has been asking me: What type of dress do you want? What type of dress do your bridesmaids want? What type of flowers? What are your colors? Etc…etc… and while I have a vague idea that’s barely there? Honestly? I HAVE NO IDEA! When have I had the time in the month that I’ve been engaged to even THINK about all this?
Well friends, all that will change in August. DC is going to be shutting down as it always does in August and I? Will have time to peruse the bridal boutiques in Georgetown and pop down to a David’s Bridal to find out if they really are as bad as they sound and I’ll have time to make my own damn Save the Date cards or whatever. I just want…a life. Yes. I want to have my life back. And I will.
And if me crying when I tell my boss, and if he doesn’t like it then, well…too bad? While I likely won’t be clicking my heels on my way out on August 2nd, I probably won’t be in tears over it either. After all, the gym? Is still only three blocks from my apartment. I’ll still see these people, I’ll probably still be into the gym. But from now on? My time is just that…my time. Everyone told me that while extra money is nice, if it starts affecting your life negatively, it’s time to move on. Working two jobs? Is starting to wear on my sanity…sooo yeah. It’s time.
Now to celebrate only…seven nights working left!!! 
