What was I thinking?
I’m not sure.
Oh, right, now I remember. I was thinking it was a PART TIME job, you know one that is like, um, part time. With part time hours and part time responsibility. Really, before you go off on me – it’s not so much them as it is me. I wasn’t suited for the position, the expectations of the job were not clearly spelled out, and because I’m eager for acceptance I wanted so much to win them over. Working in an office, at a computer with stuff like invoices and receipts and answering the phone. Really. Now. What was I thinking?
So, yea, I quit that job I thought I was so lucky to get because I could bring Goody there and it was part time and I only worked a 7 1/2 hour day three times a week, I thought I was super lucky. Right.
Me and the job were not a match made in heaven or even here on earth. I’m an artist and I need a lot of flexibility and freedom, I’m great at sales, and helping people figure stuff out and coming up with brand new ideas. I need change. And autonomy. I’m easily bored by routine, I’m not a “put pegs in holes” kind of person.
Gah. Now what am I going to do?
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