monday morning and uh oh! i’m not at work.

yes, i made it out of there finally. ideally, that will be the final time i ever have to touch a piece of microfiche. i told my boss friday that i didn’t want to work this semester, and it was as if she flat out wasn’t going to let me quit. she said things like, “oh you, don’t want another job because it will just be too exhausting compared to this one, which is relaxed and easy.” and, “we can cut back your hours a little so you can do whatever you need to do, and you can still come in, okay?”. all this she said as if the matter were settled, i was just foolish in thinking i wanted to quit. i agreed out of politeness more than anything that i’d think about it over the weekend, which i did, which went something like this:

hmm… work 10 hours for not much money doing something which makes time crawl, which frustrates and depresses me in its mindlessness, and which adds absolutely nothing to my skill set in any way, OR stop working here and (a) not have to do anything until 2pm two days a week during which i could sleep in or even better, get up and spend the time doing valuable things such as start looking for summer internships, a place to live for next year, or doing reading for my 20 unit class load, and (b) not have to spend my two hour lunch break two days a week trapped in a basement library, nor the hours of 3-5pm on fridays — when i should be free and frolicking with joy — hitting my head against filing cabinets waiting for the clock to tick faster…

so really the choice was very difficult for me, but somehow i came to the conclusion that i’d be better off letting this opportunity go. it’s true, someday i may regret it and go crawling back, just hoping i could get my hands on a sweet microfiche filing job again, but for now i was willing to take the risk. so i emailed her this morning and told her i’d thought about it, but sorry, it just didn’t work for me this semester.

and moving on always feels really good.