But mostly about how I quit my job last week.
As most of you know, it was a long time coming, as great as my "rockstar" job could be, I hadn't been happy there for a long long time. So I filed "irreconcilable differences" and last Friday was my final day. It was the right thing to do and I haven't had a single regret about it.
But now there's the question: what next??
I don't have an answer yet, which is both scary and liberating, it feels like one of those trust building exercises people do, the one where you fall backwards into the hands of others (or the floor. hah.). And it's been really touching to see how many hands are there to catch me, this is probably one of the most irresponsible things I've ever done in my life and everyone is encouraging me! It's kind of hilarious. And so typically me somehow, I'm such a hesitant and timid person but when I make up my mind to do something big and scary I go at it full throttle in a complete "fuck this shit" sort of way.
I had planned to take this week easy and my body decided to help by saddling me with a sinus infection. Thank you?? I have to say being sick when you can just be sick and not worry about going to work is kind of awesome. I started Dr. Karl's snot regiment right away, take that snot!! Oh, wait, snot 's not a nice word to say. Phlem then. Take that phlem!!
I've been shooting more stuff up my nose than Kate Moss in a bathroom. It's mostly the death rattle hacking stage now and I've lowered the number of cups of tea I drink a day from a million to ten. The Eastern European plumber who was in my apartment the other day recommended I knock back a glass of whiskey and honey and just sweat it out. I'll keep that in mind next time I have the flu, thanks.
Oh, why was there an Eastern European in my apartment? Apparently the chick who lives next door dropped a plastic cap down her tub drain and it became lodged in a pipe located IN THE WALL between our bathrooms. So not only did my shower back up for two days but the plumber had to move my radiator and knock a hole in the wall to get to the pipe.
Behold, the chaos.
Sweeeeet. It's a bit tidier now, the pipe is unblocked but there is still a hole in the wall behind my radiator. Some men will come to fix it...someday.
So other than hacking up phlem and washing my hair with a pitcher like its the 1800s what have I been up to in my first week of being unemployed?
Ooooo boy have I been having fun!
I reorganized my closet.
I did my laundry.
I reorganized my kitchen cabinets and bakers rack (to better display my new creamer and sugar bowl).
I covered the top of my big cabinet with shelf liner paper because the paint is starting to chip off and I'm scared of getting lead poisoning.
I baked some bread. It was atrocious. It tasted like flour...baked. Not yum. Had to throw it all out.
I washed my garbage cans.
I made Smitten's Leek, Chard, and Corn Flatbread. I highly recommend it, though I did swap out the leek for red onion and instead of making my own dough I used strange corrugated sesame bread from the Middle Eastern grocery store.
It reminded me of how awesome fresh corn is (note to self: eat more before it's gone).
And today I'm watching Slings and Arrows and baking bread again, it should be fine this time as I used the recipe a few weeks ago to great success. It's "English muffin bread" and is rather hole-y and english muffin-y tasting and makes spectacular toast. I halve the recipe and stick one loaf in the freezer to no ill affect. Though I didn't brush with butter as I did last time.
Anyways, I'm having a grand old time and although I'm not fully employed anywhere yet things keep popping up to help me along so I won't go broke and get evicted and end my days like the little match girl. Or chopping my hair off like the chick in Les Miserables.
Yaaaaay for temp agencies and odd jobs!
And friends!
Especially my good ones Ben and Jerry up in Vermont who have been so helpful at easing my fears with their comforting ways. And my Aunties who set me up with their fantastic friend Biba to make some money and tell me it's okay to jump into the abyss. And Miss Natalie for sending someone my way who needed help for Renegade. And all my darling friends who have been keeping their ears open for me and listening to my thoughts and hugging and feeding me and sending me their love whether they are near or far. And especially the P-Units who encourage their children to stand up and fight for themselves and quit their job during a recession. I know I wouldn't be me if I didn't have parents like you, but being me is so much lovelier and better with you two as my parents so thank you for that.
It's a big leap of faith but I'm hoping it's like jumping down the rabbit hole and I end up having a great adventure.
