Why I Quit My Job.

Because it just feels right, that's why.  And if you want more explanation than that, here it is:  this was not a decision I took lightly.  I have had my job for nearly thirteen years, which is almost as long as I've had my Kenny and I certainly wouldn't trade him in for anything.  But there's quite a difference between the two:  I love my Kenny.  My job...not so much.  So why did I keep it for thirteen long years?  While the work was merely bearable at best, I was able to be home with my babies when they were babies and I was never denied a single day off (except for my honeymoon, which I got written up for taking...but you know, no important days off [yes, I made a joke]).  Time with my babies was more important than any amount of money in the world and was well worth all of the work that I didn't really like doing.

But then we lost Jakobi.  And as often happens with losing somebody so close to you, I began to reassess my entire life.  Something had to change and for two straight weeks, I was absolutely stumped as to what that something was. 

One night, lying in bed and waiting for sleep to take over, Kenny confessed to me that he already has regrets about not spending enough time with the kids.  He has always worked second or third shift while I was at home taking care of the kids, meaning that for many years, he saw them only on weekends and for a few minutes in the mornings before they headed off to school.  I put this information all into my brain and 'slept on it.'

The very next day, it hit me.  A new job is my something that needs to change.  Over a year ago, my boss told me that I have hit my "pay ceiling", which means that I will never get another raise ever.  In other words: I have no further goals to conquer if I stay where I'm at.  And I like goals.  I need goals. 

In order to help me decide what my new job should be (because it was decided that morning that I WOULD be getting a new job), I jumped onto my treadmill for a run.  I always think better when I'm running.  And in running, I decided that somebody should just pay me to run because that's somehow become  my most favorite thing to do.  But since jumping around in a gym to 80's music is not really my style, I knew that this wasn't really possible so I decided on the next best thing...and from there, everything fell into place in such a perfect way that I just know Jakobi somehow had a hand in it.  Or at least he gave me the motivation needed to jump through so many hoops in such a short amount of time (this is where all of those super secret missions come into play).

I begin training for the Post Office on Monday.  They will be paying me to walk around and deliver mail.  I know this isn't everybody's idea of a perfect job, but it's MY idea of a perfect job.  And I have no fantasies that this will be easy.  To hopefully ease the transition of sitting at a desk for 10 hours each day to walking all day long, I have been burning 900+ calories on my treadmill every single day.  And Kenny?  Well, Kenny will be taking the entire summer off to spend it with the kids and hopefully learn how to cook and clean.  (ha!)  He will then decide what his next career move will be.  Perhaps he will join me at the Post Office.  I hope you're as happy for us as we are.  I just somehow know that this is exactly what we need right now.