Okay, so I had to push my date back for turning in my resignation. I want to wait until my income tax comes in (I’ve been pushing mom to get a mom on with that. She rather wait until the second week of March. My birthday is in the third week; and I am ready to leave my job like yesterday). But I am definitely leaving in March (somewhere within the first two weeks). I am so ready to leave and start a new chapter.
Last Friday, was my last day of working a full shift (the Secretary) was out of town. Thank goodness for that. Have you ever had a pretty busy morning at work and think to yourself, “man, I am so productive a couple of hours must have flew by…” only to check the clock and it’s only been fifteen minutes! I had been planning on leaving a letter for the person that comes after me along with a “how to” on all the important things he/she would need to know at some point. I feel as though for the first few weeks at my job everyone is understanding and patient then after that. It’s more of “you messed up on x…y…and z.” constantly. I think of it as a hazing period when I think of that time. Whereas if those issues had been corrected at the beginning there wouldn’t have been any issues. At the time had I not needed the job. Seriously, I would have quit within the first three months. I just didn’t like how I was painted the scapegoat. When I was watching people make mistakes everyday and yet listening to them parade themselves off to me like they were perfect. Although things have gotten better now. I didn’t forget anything. However, the more I thought about it, there is a part of me that believes I need to start pulling back on the reigns. What would be the point of the letter and the helping color coded notes if they never make it to that person because the Secretary feels as though they “shouldn’t” know that particular information ahead of time? More so, No one left me notes when I first arrived…the last few people we had in the Secretary position did not have ambition nor initiative. If was as if they needed someone to tell them to do their job. IF they are any indication of the person after me; I suppose I won’t waste my time.
Needless to say, all I wanted to do was simply sleep in on Saturday, I had been feeling sick the past couple of days. However, my mother had other plans for me. I was taken on a shopping trip for my little cousin who wanted a “Red Polo Jacket” we drove to Massachusetts for that. Only to discover they didn’t have one. She didn’t have a CPU code or name. Then we went to the restaurant Depot. Didn’t care for it at all. I think if I wasn’t sick and freezing I wouldn’t have minded but since I felt like crap. I felt no need to hid my feelings. Side note, while in Massachusetts i saw this tan Trench Coat; I’ve wanted one for quite some time and mom kept pushing the color “Red” on me. “No, you would look better in red.” As I thought to myself, “okay, but honestly, how often do I actually wear red? Don’t get me wrong, I look great in red. But I feel as though I stand out too much in Red and would prefer tan.” So after hours later when we are home, I wake up from a nape and she brings in this red trench coat and has somewhat of an attitude, “try this on, if it doesn’t fit or you don’t like it let me know. I’ll take it and get my money back!” Let me go on record for saying, 1.) I hate window shopping. I am one of those people who shops with the intent of buying. If I can’t buy I don’t want to go. 2.) I hate when people ruin a present by making it about them. There was no , “if you don’t like it, let me know and I’ll get you something else; is there anything you are interested in.” or simply giving them the item without the receipt so they are force to kept the item. I don’t know . It just seems like all she wanted was her money back. If someone told me what they wanted for their birthday, I would get them what they wanted instead of auguring with them over what they want and trying to push what I want for them. It’s not a bad coat. and I still want a tan one. I feel like I could wear that one around more than red. I will simply have to go out and get me a tan one. I wish people knew how to give a gift and leave it at that instead of trying to make others feel guilty.