I do not want to have to interact with other people to do my job, which basically means warehouse work, which is...tempting, but like. I keep joking about like
and if I could be paid to do nothing but go in and reorganized all the shelves so that shit was truly put away right, not only would that take at least one full day if not several days, but I would be perfectly happy in doing so
and also I have no attachment to the dental field, it was literally just an opportunity that landed in my lap, so when the old job closed I went 'fuck it, I know what I'm doing' rather than find a new thing. turns out when you used to work at a tiny private mom and pop place with less than 2k active patients, that's being spoiled
I didn't even join the last job to work the front desk; I started as an assistant and it was pretty nice. (and I have since learned I was allowed to do things that I technically Should Not Have Been)
I still gotta write up my actual 'yo 2 weeks' note, might just do that in the morning. I know I'm gonna Worry about it but I'm not like...Anxious about it now that I've made The Decision
yes the talk with the manager is gonna suck and it might make the next two weeks really suck bc she does seem to be a petty and vindictive sort but like. the worst she can do is suggest it might be better to straight leave instead
and I think my mom would prefer I stick it out but. look. at this point I'm either gonna keep going until I reach a very ugly breaking point, or Some Other Bullshit is going to happen behind my back that gets me called into the manager's office, or god forbid the doc's, and I get told to leave anyway
I did a temp thing over a holiday that was basically envelope stuffing and the worst part about it was the obnoxious coworker that wouldn't shut up about her super special awesome daughter, so I just listened to wtnv all day
like part of it is in case people get spiteful over two weeks which would be Unpleasant, and the other bc I decided if it ends up that I'm not working next tuesday, I'm gonna say fuck it and go to the starset show next monday night if there are still tickets
anyway I'm gonna leave it up to manager if she wants my two weeks or if she thinks it'll be better if I walk. like fully just say hey which is better for you guys, bc if it's going to be easier to replace me asap especially before we hit thanksgiving rather than me linger and then try to replace me, I fully understand that
Having done it both ways - had them keep me on for two weeks and had them go "fuck the two weeks, leave today" - it's best to offer the two weeks, and then it's up to them what they want to do
I just need to actually give it. I just genuinely did not have the chance. everything was on fire this morning and this afternoon was so busy I just. could not. so tomorrow I'm doing the 'here, to make the week even worse, my two weeks minus-a-day'
anyway I think any place where a medical professional twice my age has temper tantrums like a 3yo that includes throwing things should maybe perhaps not have that kind of person on their staff!
manager, sometime during the afternoon: so I figured out what that sound was other girl up front with me: what was it??? manager: lol it was just [shitty doctor] throwing cds down the hall me: [quietly alarmed at how you're okay with this]
it is nice to hear tbh. like I made the decision but it's still good to have the support. bc my family definitely is on the judging side and that stings
better that I realize two and change months in that this isn't going to work for me than to try and struggle through it and have some catastrophic collapse in a few months. like I'm proud that I recognize the fact that if I stay here, it will not take much for me to just. walk. or say/do something unfortunate and be told to leave.
I'm also proud of me for being an adult and actually making a point to stay to at least talk it out even if I didn't get around to doing it yet, rather than just dump my laundered work clothes and a SMELL YA LATER letter at the door
a careerto advance upward in a company, I just want something that pays steady and makes me not want to kill myselfother girl up front with me: what was it???
manager: lol it was just [shitty doctor] throwing cds down the hall
me: [quietly alarmed at how you're okay with this]