It took me quite a while, but I finally realized that Ive spent so much of my life trying to get other peoples approval of me that Ive sacrificed too much of my own satisfaction and happiness. I went to a job interview today. It seemed nice and they might be paying what Im asking for. But they want me to schlep from Holbook to Commack, (Vets Highway even) for 5 hours a day and no mention of benefits whatsoever. And they want me to do this 6 days a week. And I would have to work till 8pm every night. Now I know that doesnt sound like much, but I spent over a decade of my life missing baby showers, birthdays, Christmases, concerts and other fun things youre supposed to do with your family. I missed my own freaking Bridal shower and had to have an impromptu one at work in the lunch room because I couldnt get the day off. So when the interviewer asked me if this was something I wanted, I told her I wasnt sure I wanted to work 6 days a week. She said she was hoping this wouldnt be permanent as they are supposed to move into their office maybe in April or May. I didnt give her definite answer because I had sneaking suspicion I would be stuck doing this indefinitely. I know what I want. And its not to answer phones 6 days a week. But why the hell do I feel like I failed?
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 18:23:50 +0000
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