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slaughterhouse90210: “Every man that has ever held a position has thought about quitting.” — Patrick DeWitt, The Sisters Brothers This post is especially relevant to me right now. Reasons why: A couple weeks ago, I had yet another distressing conversation with one of my managers. I walked away from that conversation (albeit after crying in one of the fitting rooms for a bit), telling myself that this would be the last time I would be spoken to that way in a professional environment. A coworker advised that I wait a week and then decide if I want to give in my two weeks’ notice, and that writing it out would bring me some relief. But I was already decided. I wrote the letter when I got home that night, and mentally prepared myself not to have money for a while. Then, the next day, a place I applied to called me for an interview. Two interviews later, I got the job. I gave my notice after said week, and it felt damn good. It was so empowering. The Monday after deciding I had enough with the current job, I was at Kaiser and had two and half hours to kill in between appointments. My awesome therapist agreed to see me last minute, as my last appointment with her before she graduated was at the same time that my job interview was scheduled. I was wandering through some stores nearby, and stopped in front of one of them. By the looks of it, I knew I couldn’t afford anything in it, but I thought fuck it, I have nothing better to do. I open the front door, and who’s standing there, just about to leave? Adam Scott. On whom I have the fattest crush. So much so that all my coworkers know about it. I’m a lucky girl. I’m about half-way done with the second season of Party Down. It’s even funnier than the first. This crush is ever-growing.

slaughterhouse90210:

“Every man that has ever held a position has thought about quitting.”

— Patrick DeWitt, The Sisters Brothers

This post is especially relevant to me right now. Reasons why:

  • A couple weeks ago, I had yet another distressing conversation with one of my managers. I walked away from that conversation (albeit after crying in one of the fitting rooms for a bit), telling myself that this would be the last time I would be spoken to that way in a professional environment. A coworker advised that I wait a week and then decide if I want to give in my two weeks’ notice, and that writing it out would bring me some relief. But I was already decided. I wrote the letter when I got home that night, and mentally prepared myself not to have money for a while. Then, the next day, a place I applied to called me for an interview. Two interviews later, I got the job. I gave my notice after said week, and it felt damn good. It was so empowering.
  • The Monday after deciding I had enough with the current job, I was at Kaiser and had two and half hours to kill in between appointments. My awesome therapist agreed to see me last minute, as my last appointment with her before she graduated was at the same time that my job interview was scheduled. I was wandering through some stores nearby, and stopped in front of one of them. By the looks of it, I knew I couldn’t afford anything in it, but I thought fuck it, I have nothing better to do. I open the front door, and who’s standing there, just about to leave? Adam Scott. On whom I have the fattest crush. So much so that all my coworkers know about it. I’m a lucky girl.
  • I’m about half-way done with the second season of Party Down. It’s even funnier than the first. This crush is ever-growing.

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