Things have changed
So... I quit my job. It really was killing me and my boss didn’t believe me when, after months of working six day weeks, I told him that I couldn’t absorb anymore. I really couldn’t. And he expected me to keep my staff in the office through several covid outbreaks. None of my employees were making enough money to risk their life for.
So... I jumped at something that came my way. Turns out I went from one extreme to the other. This job is so much more junior than they lead me to believe. The title has no reflection on the responsibilities and my direct boss is an obnoxious, jobworth, little pissant. He has no idea how to utilize me so I have spent three weeks reading 20 years if financials and trying not to sleep in my cube.
So... I am trying to jump again so I can just leave this one off my resume entirely and find somewhere I can stay.
But... there are good things about it too, mostly not related to the job, like I have time to start running again, I am back in Manhattan, I don’t have to drive to work, and I haven’t had to work past 5:30 or on any weekend yet.
Did I tell you guys that I drive now? I own a car and everything! A 2009 Mini Cooper S. She’s leaky, has a temperament, and a trick trunk that only stays closed if you follow extremely specific instructions. She’s everything that I could have hoped for in a first car and I love her. Still hate driving, but if I am forced, she is the only car I want. I honestly can’t wait to start taking her to races that I used to have to pass on! You know, once there are races again.
I’m on my 409th attempt to start running again. After getting covid a year ago this week, my lungs were shit (can we say shit here? Should I say poop?) my lungs were poop and while I was fine day-to-day, I struggled on all of my runs, no matter how short or how easy. I decided to decide to try again a few weeks ago. Slowly run/walking like the first time all over again. Fingers crossed.
I am living with my partner which is amazing and weird. I never thought that I would meet someone that I could tolerate in my space for more than a few hours at a time, let alone enjoy them being there and missing them when they are gone. We are moving to Queens next month which is gross but loving someone sometimes means you have to do things you hate like moving to Queens or sticking to a budget, because you hate those things less than you like supporting your partner and your future together.
Other than that (I guess that’s more or less everything, though) all is the same.
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