Anyone who knows me, knows I hate one thing above all else... my job! Today is the day I’ve been waiting for since I started! (Yes, since I started!) Don’t get me wrong, I was making okay money for my age and the job itself wasn’t terribly difficult. But OH MY GOODNESS did I despise walking into that doctor’s office smelling building every morning. With every *whoosh* of the automatic doors opening in morning, tiny parts of my soul were being sucked away. But it all ends today!
Here’s what was really killing me!
1. This wasn’t my forever job!
I was working somewhere I knew I wouldn’t be forever (or at least for a very long time). This was just another filler job to get me through school so I could start working somewhere I was passionate about working. But to be honest, I was more passionate about the pizza place I was working at before this. (I do love pizza… *heart eyes*) Anyway, this job was a stepping stone. I started there when I was 19 and I’m now 23 and still here. PLUS, I stopped going to school over a year ago!! SO… What the heck was I still doing there!!
2. The job was gross…
***If you have a weak stomach I advise you to skip to #3***
I was working at a hospital. (Which was my dream when I was a kid, mostly because my grandmother worked in a hospital and she was – and still is - the most amazing human being on the entire planet.) But I didn’t even get to see patients. I was cleaning up after surgical cases. I know someone has to do it, but I just knew it wasn’t my calling. Every day I was pouring out blood (and other bodily fluids) from buckets into the drain and sticking my hands into basins full of blood trying to sift through instruments. I was done seeing people’s body parts in buckets… it just started to give me the creeps.
3. I was making OKAY money, not GREAT money.
When I started they were paying me $11.30, which was a huge jump from the $9.25 I was making at the pizza joint! After working there for nearly 4 years, I had gotten a few raises and was in the 15-dollar range. That came out to almost a dollar raise every year… not too bad. This created two BIG problems. One, was that I was getting closer and closer to the wage cap and in three short years I would hit it (and I wasn’t about to peak at 26!). Second, was the more they paid me the harder it was to leave. I applied for job after job but leaving a decent paying job I hate to go to a worse paying job just didn’t make sense to me.
4. Management was changing…
Our previous CEO retired at the beginning of last year and our new CEO had some new ideas. The changes started small. Move someone here, move someone there. But as the year went on we realized his “small changes” where actually a full-on restructure! He was cutting out anyone who wasn’t essential. That meant everyone from people in upper management who had been with the company for years to entire departments. It felt like a going-out-of-business-sale and we were the ones who were half price! I knew my job there wouldn’t be safe forever and I was miserable anyhow. This gave me one more tiny push to freedom.
5. My soul was dying.
I had this feeling for quite some time before I quit that something about myself just wasn’t right. But, I chalked it up to being tired or just getting older and kept working. It wasn’t until my dad said something to me that I really felt motivated to take my life back. First of all, my dad notices nothing! (I literally dyed my hair from blonde to red and he couldn’t figure out why I looked different. Second, if my dad gives me advice, HE MEANS IT. It’s not that he didn’t give me advice as a kid, it was just more mom’s department. So, when my dad told me the light inside me was dimming, I knew something had to change! I needed to quit. For my light, for my sanity, for my soul.
And that is exactly what I did.
Don’t get me wrong, I have met some of the most incredible human beings at this job. A few of which I’m glad to say will be my friends for life. However, I know it’s time for a change. I have no idea what to do next, but whatever it is I am here to share my journey with you! I have been wanting to start a blog for some time now and I finally did! The biggest thing that was holding me back from doing this was myself! (And my job..lol.)
Anyway, this is my first post to say hi and thanks for stopping by. Cheers to something new.
UPDATE : As of 11.1.18
For the past 7 months I’ve been working as a mortgage loan officer and I can’t say I’m any happier here than I was working at my old job. In fact, I think I actually miss the hospital. (I most definitely DO NOT miss my old job, but I do miss working at the hospital.) Right now, about 90% of my job is BORING! I always, always said I never wanted a desk job. And here I am, sitting behind a desk all day, taking phone calls I don’t want to take, and ultimately wasting my time. I can’t say I HATE the job. I’m just not passionate about it. I just left a job I hate to work at a job I’m not passionate for.
I’m missing the hospital more than ever, but I can’t do the same thing I was doing. I want to see patients! I’m thinking about getting my phlebotomy certification or something similar. And I finally decided… I’M GOING BACK TO SCHOOL! I’ve been craving an education lately and now is the perfect time to go back! Wish me luck!
P.S. I will keep updating this post until I find my dream job.. it might be a while. 😂