It’s over.

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  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 thoengagementse 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.

About Karen

What's there to say really? I pretend I have two left feet because I hate the attention, but at the same time, i love to make people laugh, even if it's by being a klutz. I am an enigma, even to myself, and I'm full of irrelevant paradigms. I barely even know what I just wrote! View all posts by Karen

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