As of 11:00pm PDT, Sunday, June 25, 2017, I am unemployed.
That would be depressing if not for the way it came about, and particularly how I completed it.
It started back at the end of April with a trip to the San Diego Zoo. I won’t go into the details because, honestly, they no longer matter to me…but maybe I’ll include them in my biography one day. 😉 In short, when I returned home I began to look into going back to college.
My plan was to take two classes and work full time. Yeah, it might take a little while, but it was a start.
After work conflicts and a bout with the flu, I was finally able to take the placement tests the Tuesday after Memorial Day. And then everything completely changed.
I had studied a little before the test. But I ended up depressed when I felt I was just doing terrible in the Algebra and I texted Frankie the night before the test that I would just have to be happy with pre-Algebra…and I assumed I’d be placed in pre-pre-Algebra. I mean, seriously, who was I kidding? I’m nearly 50 years old. I haven’t been inside a classroom for anything more serious than my son’s annual IEP for a quarter of a century.
I showed up for the test. I was the oldest person in the room let alone taking the test. It was all a bit overwhelming.
I finished the English test easily. But when the math test came up I thought, “I didn’t study this. this isn’t what they had on the study sheet they gave me.” Oh, and there were a ton of fractions. I hate fractions.
When I discovered my results at the end, however, my entire life flipped upside down. I had been placed in college-level everything.
The thought didn’t pass through my mind instantly, but I knew before I drove out of the parking lot that Stater Bros and I were parting ways, and soon.
It’s a depressing place to work. The management calls you into the office, lectures you on things you need to change, then ignores you until you f*ck up again. It honestly wasn’t even a paycheck anymore, it was a lesson in how much I would put up with. But, I’m a positive person so I tried to make the best of it even though daily it was dragging me down.
Realizing that I don’t have to take any remedial classes and that if I go full-time I can graduate in four years, well, that was it. I decided I’d work through the end of July, handing in my resignation after I returned from vacation in the middle of the month.
By the time I got home from work on Friday after the test I knew I’d be handing in my two weeks the following morning, first thing before the farmstand.
It truly was, in that moment, a lesson in how much I would tolerate. I’m not saying I was a perfect employee, but I did what I was asked and none of that ever mattered. I had taken to joking that if I wanted this sort of relationship with someone I would just go back to my ex.
But Friday night I discovered that I will no longer tolerate any of that, from anyone.
I am one of the fortunate few who can do this. Due to circumstances that certain people have forced me into I can afford to quit a place like that and take my time finding a better job after the kids and I get adjusted to our new school schedules. Most people don’t have that luxury.
This is not a new leaf, this is a complete 180. But then that seems to be my life these days.