And no body wants to hear that. (**If you thought "Nope, sure don't," stop reading now. :)
But last night, after a nice Labor Day weekend, I cried myself to sleep because I knew I'd have to go back to work the next day. (Pathetic, I know.) And those tears only led to bad dreams about work all night.
Because I work for the LDS church and have a pretty cool job (by some people's standards), whenever anyone asks how I like what I do I always put on a face and "love it."
NOT TRUE.
There you have it. I've turned this post into a confession post.
On paper my job is great. Working with my used-to-be-boss-but-is-now-my-"team lead"-whatever-that-means?!-she-totally-thinks-she-controls-me... not as great as it looks on paper.
Ok. I guess it's not the job, just the boss. I like what I do, just not who I do it with.
I talk about quitting all the time, but I won't cause I'm addicted to my paycheck.
UGH. (the very non-silent kind.)
In addition to threats about quitting (mostly to myself and sometimes to my husband), I also laugh at the power I have to set a very firm 9-month quitting deadline...
Yeah, no. Not right now. But I SO could.
Pregnancy = escape from one job + oh yeah, new job as Mom.
...Yeah, no. Not right now.
Someone please rescue me with a million dollars so I can have my freedom back!! Think of it as paying my ransom and saving a life. PuLEEEEEz!
No? Guess I'll have to work tomorrow. At least Thursday is payday.
I feel similarly. It was so good to read your post and hear someone expressing what I haven't dared to admit to anyone but myself. I, too, am feeling a lot of stress and pressure at work these days. I've totally had the same thoughts about how getting pregnant => escape from my job... and a new job. A harder job. With less money floating around in the family. UGH, like you said.
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