currently listening to: "could be anything" - the eames era
i've always felt like my life has been one big giant mess that i can't even begin to tackle, and much less think about. my room is cluttered, my school bag is cluttered, and at this very moment, my desktop is cluttered. and not to be cliche or anything, but my mind is pretty cluttered too. but quitting a job can be like a vacuum cleaner to help clean up your life.
two weeks ago, i put in my two weeks notice for my tutoring job. it's time i move on. after tomorrow at 4pm, when i walk down those stairs back to my car, i'll be closing one chapter of my life. it's out with the old and in with the new. i'm cleaning things up in my life; starting with leaving things that have caused me nothing but stress and grief. six years of my life has been spent working at a tutoring center where i've graded frighteningly large stacks of papers and made several photocopies. frankly, everything i did was all mindless work when i really could have used a robot to substitute as me. i'm breaking up with my old job, and i don't regret it.
if there's anything i've learned from this job, it's how not to raise my future kids. i'd like to think that i won't be as obsessive, neurotic, and as pushy as many of the mothers are that send their kids there. but i probably won't be able to avoid the mom jeans, nor the asian-mommy perm because that's just the fate of all asian moms (particularly the chinese ones.)
i honestly feel like i'm making some progress here, and if it's something to make my life feel less cluttered, then i'm all for it. it's a step in the right direction and it's time i get my saturdays back. come october, i will have real saturdays for the first time in six years. i can't even begin to think of all the things that can be enjoyed on a saturday. a full weekend! you don't know how thrilled i am. i have to pretend to be normal about it though. though it's tempting, the idea of dancing on the tables as soon as the clock strikes four tomorrow afternoon doesn't seem quite right to me. i doubt that would make my boss of 6 years very pleased to know that all i've ever wanted to do since the day i started was for some way to quit. i didn't quit earlier because i didn't know how and for whatever reason, i felt like i owed them something too. at least my resume will look somewhat impressive to future employers. oh man, i can't wait to quit!
i'm watching planes fly over my head everyday now, but this time it isn't so bad because i'm going to be one of those people. i'm jet-setting south of here in two weeks. i'd like to call it a mid-month holiday. it's something to be happy about and something to look forward to.
