Quitting One Last Time
Hardboiled egg salad + Greek yogurt w/ a healthy brownie and blueberries as my very last lunch here at the BIC.
Look at those perfected yolks!
This combination was absolutely fantastic.
Did you guys know today’s not my first time quitting the BIC? It’s actually the third. The first time, I quit after one year, in order to apply for a higher position (politics…I had to resign in order to get hired, blah blah blah.) My last day was on NYE, and I didn’t know if I’d have a job the next week. Luckily, a week and a half later, they called to inform me I got the position, and I started back up the following week.
If you’ve been a reader for a while, or read my story, then you know about the second time. It was in May of 2010 in order to dedicate more time to my personal training business. Then they asked me if I could still work part time, 20 hours a week, and I couldn’t refuse.
This time, it’s all on my own accord, and I know in my heart it will the last. I mean, third time’s a charm, right?
Regardless, each “last day” has felt completely different. The first time, as I drove into work that day, I felt it was completely up to fate what was next. I had no more control. The second time, I was happy that I’d be coming back because that meant more $$$, but I was also questioning not being able to go 100% in the direction I wanted to go.
This time is just feels…right. I truly and fully appreciate my time at the BIC, the opportunities it gave me, and the people I met. I’ll also always remember it as a good experience in my life…
But I have a feeling I won’t look back after today
What was the last job you quit? How did you feel about it?