Well, almost. I wrote my letter of resignation today because I have the best possible excuse to quit. A career. A new job I’m determined to love. I get to meet new people, savor new scents, build up a client base (well, kinda) and meet needs. Ok, so really, by meeting needs, I mean I’m selling insurance. Or I will soon.
I found this company’s ad on CareerBuilder.com. I sent in my resume. I went to an orientation. I said “I wanna do this!” and had an interview. I just had my 2/3 (depending on how you look at orientation) interview today. 6:15 PM I get called, “Karen… are you available Wednesday at 2 PM?” Um… YES! So Wednesday I return to this office to go over and sign paperwork, and then I will begin training and studying to sell insurance.
I wrote my letter of resignation. I said in it “It’s a bittersweet moment in my life.” That’s only partially true. It’s “bitter” because I will be leaving behind those kids and see them one or two times a week, but it’s even sweeter because no more feeling like I’m in the middle of a war, no more playing mom, and most of all? no more barely survivable wage (that barely covers loans!) I will be able to build a career. And once I am married to the most amazing guy on earth? I will be licensed to sell and there are branches of this company in his area. I do not want to wake up if this is a dream. Good comes to those who wait, and I feel like I’ve waited forever… it’s about time.