I finally did it.
I put my two weeks notice in.
This feels like a break up. As I was leaving the parking lot, I wanted to call and tell the AM to rip up my letter, I didn't mean it.
I worked there almost two years. Gawd, that's the second longest I've held a job. It'll just be so weird to not be there.
I'll admit I'm freaking out about finances. I know I have enough to make it at least a month. I won't be completely unemployed. I do still have the Tribune. I will have to get another job but I won't be on a super tight budget.
Here are some options I've thought up for my next job:
[LIST]
1. GaragedelFuego tells me more about the potential content job he needs filled.
This is my favorite atm.
2. My dad calls me and tells me that his talk with his friend at the LA Times was fruitful. That his friend totally wants me to write and/or edit for him.
While I don't know if I like the LA Times or not, this would be super cool.
3. I apply to the three receptionist jobs I've found on Craig's List.
Two are at salon/spas in the South Bay, where I either get free or heavily discounted massages. The third is a place in Huntington Beach, so it'd be close to home.
4. I try doing extra work.
It would be a flexible schedule. I'd make maybe decent money. Get to be creative. And just maybe be discovered.
5. Find a full-time copy editing/page designing gig.
This is seriously what I need to do. I need to knock down a few doors. I need to bug all my old professors and contacts until one of them finds me a good job.
6. I move.
I really don't want to do this, unless I'm moving with RS to either SF area or Europe. Yes, we discussed this. No, we're not back together, yet. Plus my baby brother is moving here so he'll be closer to me and what not. I can't abandon him.
Comfort would be nice right now. My official last day is Thursday, May 10. That's right, just before Prom.
I put my two weeks notice in.
This feels like a break up. As I was leaving the parking lot, I wanted to call and tell the AM to rip up my letter, I didn't mean it.
I worked there almost two years. Gawd, that's the second longest I've held a job. It'll just be so weird to not be there.
I'll admit I'm freaking out about finances. I know I have enough to make it at least a month. I won't be completely unemployed. I do still have the Tribune. I will have to get another job but I won't be on a super tight budget.
Here are some options I've thought up for my next job:
[LIST]
1. GaragedelFuego tells me more about the potential content job he needs filled.
This is my favorite atm.
2. My dad calls me and tells me that his talk with his friend at the LA Times was fruitful. That his friend totally wants me to write and/or edit for him.
While I don't know if I like the LA Times or not, this would be super cool.
3. I apply to the three receptionist jobs I've found on Craig's List.
Two are at salon/spas in the South Bay, where I either get free or heavily discounted massages. The third is a place in Huntington Beach, so it'd be close to home.
4. I try doing extra work.
It would be a flexible schedule. I'd make maybe decent money. Get to be creative. And just maybe be discovered.
5. Find a full-time copy editing/page designing gig.
This is seriously what I need to do. I need to knock down a few doors. I need to bug all my old professors and contacts until one of them finds me a good job.
6. I move.
I really don't want to do this, unless I'm moving with RS to either SF area or Europe. Yes, we discussed this. No, we're not back together, yet. Plus my baby brother is moving here so he'll be closer to me and what not. I can't abandon him.
Comfort would be nice right now. My official last day is Thursday, May 10. That's right, just before Prom.
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I got called a bitch at work tonight. I almost cried.
What the fuck? By who? A cow-worker? (okay, that was a typo but I'm leaving it) Those fuckers apparently don't realize that you've always bent over backwards for them for months. Ungrateful pricks.