Monday I start a new job. Technically, the only the job will be new because my place of employment is actually the establishment that laid me off in January – ya know the day after I got back from a fabulous three week vacation in the Caribbean?
They came crawling back approached me with a job offer, and I accepted. Thursday is my last day working for the NYS Department of Health — Friday I had taken off to travel to Rhode Island to visit some fabulous people and attend a wedding [stay tuned for that post].
Last week I had a serious anxiety attack because I was told in order to properly resign from a position you have to walk into your current boss’s office and tell him face-to-face, “I quit — mainly because you don’t pay me enough and my birth control costs a fortunate without health insurance.” I had knots in my stomach all day because, honestly, I don’t want to leave this job. I like this job, and I like my boss. Nonetheless, I can’t work as a temp without any benefits for the rest of my life. In the end, my very, cool boss completely understood. So, I handed over my fancy resignation letter, and said I was leaving in two weeks.
Did I mention that I could have been collecting unemployment insurance this entire time, and I could have spent the whole summer in permanent vacation mode? Doing activities like pretending everyday is Friday, staying up late and watching Late Night with Jimmy Fallon until 2 am. Except, I did all those things from February to July, so I guess that should be enough vacation.
Anyway, my new job is in the same building I was previously working in – although this time I’m on the other side (retail) also known as the “dark side” by commercial bankers, mainly because the other side doesn’t really know what a “happy hour” is and those commercial bankers are all about happy hour.
Basically, it’s like when you were in middle school and sometimes you would get lucky enough to be picked to play on the “cool team” for dodge ball in gym class. Only this time I wasn’t lucky enough to be picked by the cool team. That doesn’t mean they aren’t the winning team – just not the cool team. Luckily, I have spent the last nine months drinking with some commercial bankers, so hopefully I can still have some fun — and I will be cool.
More to come on the new job after Monday…
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