one more for the resume...

Well, I did it again… quit a perfectly fine job in the midst of a terrible recession/depression/demoralization - or whatever the hell this economic mire is currently being called. After a mere 6 weeks, I’ve had it. Yes, the dress code debacle certainly played its role in my decision. I simply refuse to work at a place where my girls are not welcome. Of course, the messing up of my paychecks didn’t help my desire to stay there either… first they overpaid me 2 ½ hours, then, instead of deducting those 2 ½ hours from my second check, they added 2 ¾ hours (it’s still a mystery where that extra quarter hour came from), then once that little fiscal mishap was corrected, they underpaid me 15 hours. I had no idea punching a time clock and getting the salary accurate with the hours on said time clock could be such a complex and arduous undertaking. Additionally, my hours were changed and kept changing. Apparently the fluid nature of their needs dictated how long I was to spend each day on the 14th floor of that lovely office building in downtown Concord. Top it all off with a conversation I overheard my soon-to-be former boss telling one of the managers he wants me to be schooled in insurance. Is he serious? Do I look like I give a shit about insurance? I was hired to be an office clerk… all I wanted (and, p.s. was promised) was a dumb-dumb little office job I could work a few hours per day, collect an accurate paycheck, with the occasional hint of cleavage showing. I have exactly zero desire to have a career… and in insurance??? I might as well pursue pounding rocks as an occupation - at least I could wear jeans and work my upper body. So, anyway, I composed a carefully worded resignation letter, which truth-be-told seemed a little silly and overkill-ish as I was just a lowly office clerk with less than 2 months on the job. But still, the professional in me (yes, I’m joking) prompted me to do the right thing and give 2 weeks notice… well, not two weeks technically as I quit on the Tuesday before the week of Thanksgiving so it was really a 6 day notice, but still… They shocked me by offering to counter - which unless they change from being insurance brokers to running an animal shelter – it’s highly unlikely they could convince me to stay. My decision is final… I’m going back to teaching. Foolish? Maybe. Risky? Perhaps. Crazy? Most definitely! But what the hell! I’ll be making more money, can wear jeans, flip-flops, “short” skirts, and can give those chesticle covering chiffon scarves a break. Plus, I’ll be earning money toward my rapidly approaching retirement… which according to my latest statement from Social Security, I’ll be able to afford when I’m 108. Whatev, at least I can live the remainder of my years blissfully ignorant about the machinations of insurance. Whew!