Three more days! Today, tomorrow and the next day. That’s IT.
I’m not walking around with some false assumption that quitting my desk job is going to improve my life in all the ways I’ve ever hoped my life would improve. At least I’m not saying so out loud.
Truthfully, though, I don’t believe it’s going to cure everything that’s ever ailed me. I don’t believe that because I don’t believe any unhappiness or discomfort in my life is only the result of this job. We make our own happiness – through our attitude, the way we treat people, how we choose to spend our time and perceive our surroundings. I truly believe that.
It’s funny – it took my embarking on this very journey in order to realize that quitting my job wouldn’t solve all my problems. And that’s when I glanced around and discovered, I don’t have that many problems to begin with. I’m blessed. And then quitting my desk job became part of choosing to accept and believe how blessed I really am – so blessed that I don’t have to work somewhere I don’t want to work. That’s my right. And I’m lucky to have that right.
All that said, as I’m no longer counting down the days, but counting down the hours (!!!), I can already imagine a few immediate pros and cons, mostly silly stuff, that I’ll encounter. Things that I might think of come Monday morning when I’m not on my way to an office job.
I don’t have to answer any phones. Ever. Never again, if that’s how I feel.
I don’t have to say “Company Name!” in a cheery voice, if and when I do answer the phone.
I will be free to get up from my desk WHENEVER I WANT TO. No more asking to go to the bathroom for this former-receptionist! (This alone was reason enough to quit my job.)
I will be a former receptionist.
I can eat my meals at hours that are more suitable to my body’s needs.
I can exercise! Whenever! I want to! Oh God! This is huge.
NO. MORE. DATA. ENTRY.
I won’t have to argue with any more clients about whether or not their attorney is really on a conference call or if that’s just something I made up to ruin their lives.
I will see daylight during the daytime.
I won’t have to fill out expense reports for someone who spent more money on one measly lunch than I spent during the entire month of September.
I won’t get to regularly visit my morning coffee cart guys any more! Aww, I love those guys.
I will miss bantering with my boss, who’s actually a very nice guy.
I won’t have access to all the free photocopying I can fit in a pickup truck.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I might actually miss the energy of midtown Manhattan.
I won’t get free lunch on the last Friday of every month. Unless Kevin buys it for me. He might. I’ll ask him.
I’ll miss the satisfaction of labeling a file folder or filling out a form with nice handwriting, using a pen I enjoy. Although, I can still do this from home. Maybe Kevin needs some files reorganized. He might. I’ll ask him.
I might even miss my daily morning subway commute, which is always filled with characters and is often a relaxing way to spend an hour of my day, believe it or not.
I’ll be sharing an at-home work space with my beloved boyfriend. Hm. Maybe he’d like to rent out a separate office for himself. He might. I’ll ask him.
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