So I finally did it. Some of my coworkers know, but I’m done. I need a new job. I don’t get paid enough and I’m tired of being in a job which takes me from 3pm to midnight. I need a 9 to 5 for a while, or at least a day job so I can do things in the evening.
The job was great in the beginning it. I got it while mom was going through her treatment, it allowed me flexible hours and time away to be with her in Houston, on top of that while I was in town it was a job I could throw myself into and help me cope with what mom was going through. Now, she’s gone and I need to be social again. Social outside of work.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love the theatre and if the job was just managing the shows then I could probably keep doing it, but I can’t keep up with the office bullshit and the long hours.
I put in for a job at the library as a web designer for them, it’d be a huge jump in pay (and responsibilities) but the library is moving in an exciting direction and I would love to get on board with it. I don’t know if I’ll get it or not, but applying for the job served as an important tool in several aspects.
- It reminded me what it felt like to get excited about work
- It forced me to get my resume` together
- It forced me to realize what a shitty position my current job is
And today I just hit the wall. I’m done. My soul isn’t in the job and now I’ve put my resume on Monster.com in the hopes of getting some prospective employers to contact me. We’ll see.
If not, I may just set a deadline and begin pushing my side projects hoping one of them comes through. But god am I over my current job.
Seeing as how I love improv, working at an improv theatre sounds like a perfect match. But as I’ve come to discover, that’s like saying an animal lover would love working at a mom and pop pet store. Sure you’re around the pets all the time, but it’s still a sales job.
Oy, I need a drink. I think I’m going to hit a bar after work tonight.
– IG