Quittin’
We’re both employed. Somewhat. But there has been a lull. I can’t help but feel that the fact that both of our being out of the country for extended periods of time may have been partially responsible. Neither of us were working at that time, but that’s another story. Another blog for another day for another dollar they say.
What I found out, though, is that quitting, is awesome.
Sure, there are some awkward bits. People say they won’t know what to do without you, which is entirely untrue. They will do the exact same thing they did before I popped into said company. In fact, because I knew how temporary this officeland honeymoon was, I cut a low profile, ducking in and out of the office on the minute, eating lunch at my desk with a spreadsheet open, going to the gym during lunch break.
I was already leaving one life, and since the corporate world has no place for me, and likewise I have no place for it, so leaving two lives seemed reckless and too much. Instead I chose to flit in and out of the work life, honestly checking in between 9 and 10, and checking out each day around six.
But quitting — I would get another job some day just so I could quit it. I don’t think I paid for a lunch during my whole last week. I got more than my share of attention and my modest vacation, Peru for a month to get my head right, surf and learn a language was lauded as independent, incredible and the right thing. Sandwiched between medical school, and I was suddenly congratulated just for doing what I want to do.
People bought me drinks, took me out, asked what I was up to, and cornered me, forcing me to go out for drinks.
My reclusive tendency when stuck in fluorescent cubicles got mistaken for coolness.
I wear my sunglasses at night.