Today I handed in my notice and said that my last day would be December 18th. The boss told me to leave on the spot. That he couldn't handle seeing me here anymore knowing that I was leaving. Something like, "I can't see you there... crying." Not exactly "I'd be crying" or "You would be crying." It was odd.
So that went pretty well considering what could've happened! There could've been yelling, it could've been almost two weeks of micro aggressions or retaliation. But no, I'm here at my fave cafe writing.
He said he'd pay me through the 18th (we'll see about that). My only hang up are the ladies I left behind and the clients that will never get help now. But it's not my circus. Not my monkeys. I gotta let it go.
In other news, I'm looking to start substitute teaching in the meantime and looking for something else that will work better for me. The hubs is supportive and glad we avoided a full relapse. Last week I went into work on Tuesday, promptly broke into tears, and had to leave for the day. The boss didn't see it, but I texted him that "I couldn't hang" and who knows what he assumed. I don't particularly care.
I am interested to see if he talks shit about me like he has the other people that have left. He really thought that I'd be happier once he sold payroll and the other workers were gone. I... that's not true. I never suggested that, I just didn't say anything when he said that he was thinking that it would be better.
Anyways. I'm looking more forward to holidays now, but still well aware that I have a winter to be skillful through and manage. I want this to be a positive break, a worthwhile gap in my employment history I suppose haha
Side note: Thanksgiving went well, although both of my parents were struggling with injuries. My dad had a torn plantar tendon and my mom had something with a knee issue. She asked something I'm struggling to remember exactly, but can't recall the words she used. Something about what is it like seeing them struggling more to do stuff. Slowing down. I said something along the lines of that it was happening slowly, it doesn't seem dramatic, so it seems natural.
I don't worry too much about them, except for what happens when they just can't be as active anymore. What happens when my dad can't do tennis? When mom can't do her cross stitch or take care of the grandkids how she wants? Those are what they love most. I don't know what their backup plans are. I hope they don't go stagnate like my in-laws. I hope the games continue and they stay sharp. I hope they still walk and take in scenery.
The boys are good, although we are struggling to keep BB on track with school. The 504 meeting went well, but we didn't get the best vibes off one of the teachers. She seems... inflexible. Set in her ways. Old school. BB needs a little customization and she doesn't seem like she easily adjusts to strange kiddos -- which I say affectionately. There are different types and some are a puzzle, and BB is a puzzle.
Hubs is looking for new gigs. He wants to move up and out. Not really management but more active and able to program his heart out. We shall see what happens! I am hopeful for him, but a little scared of change like usual. I want him to be happy, not change and be disappointed.
Farewell for now. All the best and hugs for everyone.
