This morning was all butterflies and nerves. This afternoon was all smiles and freedom.
Since fall of 2010, after two years of being a SAHM and doing some freelancing, I’ve been working part time. It’s been great: two days a week as a copywriter at the company I used to work full-time at. I had a steady job but a freelancer’s salary. I got to be around grownups but also got time with my kids.
It was a sweet gig. Until it wasn’t.
For the last few months it’s been pretty tough. I’ve been on a demanding, stressful project. And to make things harder, I had to work with Mr. Big Ego and his minion, Miss Pain In The Arse. I had to deal with work politics and internal warring and all sorts of crap I was happy to leave behind when I quit in 2008. BLECH.
Finally, finally, the annoying project was over. I had new, non-annoying projects. Things were humming along again.
But something was amiss. I was getting restless. I was losing my creative edge. And I wasn’t happy anymore.
I started to think about striking out on my own. For real, this time. Hubs and I started discussing it in earnest.
But the money. Oh, the money. The cash from my job was so good and steady and tempting. And then…
Then I was suddenly informed by my boss last week that he was getting headcount to hire two full-time people. And he would need the two part-timers’ cubes. So I could stay until they hired another writer. But then I’d need to go back to freelancing.
Now, to the untrained eye, this may look like I was let go.
But in actuality? This is serendipity, baby.
And I grabbed serendipity’s hand and ran with it.
I was damned if I was going to sit around, waiting to be replaced by some full-time whippersnapper. Yeah, I could have milked it for a while and then slunk out when my replacement came.
But for the love of Pete, people. I’ve got pride. And AMBITION.
I was leaving on MY terms.
So today, I told my boss my last office day is Wednesday. I’ll help them out and keep the same workload for them until they find a full-time person, but I’ll be doing it at home so I can also get my bonafide copywriting business rocking.
And I won’t lie: Being a quitter never felt so good.
I left the office today with my boxes of stuff and stepped into the lovely spring weather. The sun was warm on my face. I felt a little shiver of a cool breeze.
Or maybe that was the sweet tingle of anticipation.
Did you ever quit a job and feel energized when you did it? Are you embarking on any new adventures this year, career or otherwise?