in which I quit my job …

Today is my last day at my current job. It’s slightly bittersweet: the work is, for the most part, enjoyable, and since I work from home, I don’t really have to deal with the coworkers that annoy the hell out of me just by opening their mouths. My relationship with my direct supervisor is a good one, again for the most part, that’s based on trust -something that I haven’t had in many of my previous jobs – and a shared nerd identity. I’ve developed at least two friendships over the last year and a half that I’m planning on keeping, and that’s not common for me at all. However, I’m thankful that I’m getting out when I am, mostly due to reasons that are rooted in my general disagreements on how the company handles a lot of their overarching procedures, and honestly, I would just bore the hell out of you describing how I think pharmacy flow should function. I mean, it’s fascinating to me, but I assume that it’s not the same for the vast majority of people.

Anyway, I do have additional takeaways from my tenure, mostly how I like to operate and the type of work environments I thrive in. They’re less discoveries and more reaffirmations of my super fun personality quirks. 1) I do not like … you know what, no. I hate micromanagement. 2) I have a healthy distrust in most authority figures, which actually kind of spreads out into the rest of my life and is a big reason I stopped being a churchgoer. 3) I’m good on the phone but fuck if I hate having to talk to people on it. I can’t gauge people’s reactions or facial responses, so I have to go on assumptions from their tone of voice, which is not always indicative of their mood. 4) I need a job that keeps me active. I loathe sitting all damn day.

I know that nursing is going to have plenty of challenges, and more likely than not, quite a bit of my Twitter feed is going to be me complaining about something. But another thing I’ve learned over my 37 years of life is that no job, no career, nothing is perfect. It is what you make of it, and hopefully, after you leave, everything is just a little bit better than when you started.

So farewell, old job, and hello, nursing school. Please don’t kill me.

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