Oooh my. Last week, I left my job of 7 1/2 years for another job, which I quit after 8 hours to pursue my own business full-time. Crazy much?
There’s a whole series of events that went in to those decisions… we needed more money, etc., blah, blah, blah, to infinity… we are definitely not part of the 1%.
Ironically on my 1st day at the new job I stumbled into a new to me source of business/customers that would fit right in with CLD. And at the end of the day I went home and cried.
What the heck was I crying about?! Seriously!
But I was a bundle of emotions, I was confused about what to do next. I was conflicted over staying at or leaving a brand new job. But, I was also angry at the way I was treated – I literally sat there & did nothing the entire day with the exception of 15 of filing – plus, no one gave a tour of the place, so no coffee for me and good luck finding the bathroom. There was no training, I was parked at other empoloyee’s desks throughout the day and I tried to ask as many questions as possible, but they were very short-staffed (insert GUILT here) and overworked and clearly didn’t have a training program or schedule in place at all.
And, I know this is me being elitist, but I had to use a flippin’ time card… this is literally one of my recurring nightmares – not remembering to clock in & out and the consequences because of it – even though I haven’t used a time card in well over a decade, it’s like the being naked at high school nightmare… it is what it is.
Going back in there to resign after one day was interesting, more uncomfortable than scary.
So, here I am, week 2 of being completely self-employed. And again I am a bundle of emotions. I’m excited, scared, cautious, and hopefully I made the right decision.
And, I’m thinking that since now my hobby, what I really love to do, has turned into my sole source of income I should maybe take a graphic design & business class at the local college, instead of only being Google-educated. Just a thought.
image via tumblr.