the ax

I quit my job today. {and/or I got fired.} Depends on who you ask.

Should I give you a minute to let that sink in?

If you recall just a few short months ago I had all kinds of enthusiasm about the opportunity I saw in working for such a talented designer. I still do have that enthusiasm for the many good parts of the experience.

But day in, day out having The Man pick at my flaws was starting to take a toll. I don't have the time, or the patience, to care that much if I have bobby pins in my hair! If it wasn't the way I styled my hair it was what I chose to wear. If I got lucky and got away with what I thought was fashionable he found a flaw in how I worded a purchase order or my lack of the ability to read his mind.

We lacked the chemistry he repeatedly said he wanted and I was losing my mind trying to live within the confines of who he thought I should be. Eggshells come to mind when I think of how I felt so much of the time.

First thing today S said she needed to talk to me, and said "it's not going to be easy." I sat down and with a GIGANTIC {inward} sigh of relief and said, "You're going to fire me!" I laughed and told her how great I thought this was because all I could think about was quitting.