I Have Good Socks in the City

Since I broke up with my job, I’ve been staying at Mom’s in Long Island. I have a whole wardrobe there…here, so it’s comfortable. But my good clothes are in Manhattan.

I’ve noticed, though, since I’ve been here (in LI) that my clothes here are really a lot worse than I originally thought. My LI closets are usually where I bring my city stuff to die. If I’m not wearing the clothes in the city, I take it to LI. Then I think about it for a couple of years, until I donate them.

Problem is, I look like crap when I’m staying in LI.

Everything I’ve worn in the past two weeks is either too short, too tight, or too holy. And I don’t mean the religious kind.

I put on a T-shirt. It’s a belly shirt.

I put on a pair of jeans. They’re mom jeans.

I put on a robe. There’s a huge hole in the but.

I go to put on some socks. My big toe pops out. Or I wear them and they end up off my foot in my shoes after I walk a couple of steps. Ugh! They’re too loose, too tight, too polyester and make my feet freeze.

I have good socks in the city!

Take This Job and Shove It-3

Number one: I was still poor. Once I started the job, I find out I’m not going to get the scratch until I complete a three to four month training. So, instead of making mucho dinero, I was losing cash. I didn’t get a paycheck for the first few weeks of working AND I had to pay out-of-pocket for hotel and food bills I racked up with all the traveling that was required. So I had to dip into my savings to keep up.

Half my salary was commission on a product. Three months in the product was recalled. There went half my salary.

Number two: Working from home was lonely. There was nobody there to ask a question or run anything by. I would work all day. From morning to night. It was difficult to put time limits on myself to just stop.

Number three: The Blackberry blew up day and night. 24/7. Ten o’clock at night to 8 am on Sunday. Since the job paid for the phone, I figured I’d use it for business and personal. Wrong. It got to the point where I startled every time it buzzed. And it buzzed constantly.

Number four: I hated my territory. It was horrible podunk towns in the boonies, which I had to fly to, or drive five hours to. I was going to have to visit these places a lot more than expected. I began to dread it.

Number five: I know the job was providing support for those who needed it. But once the recall hit, customers called and emailed cranky and angry. They all wanted me to come to their podunk town to solve all their problems.

Why me?

What have I done?

Take This Job and Shove It-2

I’ve been so crazy busy that I haven’t had my hair trimmed, my legs waxed, my eyebrows threaded, my Mani Pedi for the past seven months.

Is that gross?

I missed my mammo appointment, gyno appointment, teeth cleaning, flu shot. I just hope and pray there’s nothing strange growing where it’s not supposed to be. It would really suck to miss something like that because of a stupid job.

So, needless to say, I’ve had no time for blogging.

But I really tried hard to make the job work.

I really did.

But I had to do it. I had to quit.

It was making me crazy.

A basket case in fact.

Let me break it down.

I took the job pretty much for the money. The dinero. The scratch. Paper. Dolla’ bills y’all.

I was working from home. Had a company computer and company Blackberry, which co-workers and customers would contact me on. I had a territory to cover. People contacted me if they needed help with something.

Ok. Not too bad. I can do this.

Not so much.

Take This Job and Shove It

Well, that job. The one I had a 12-hour interview for. The one I was excited about. The one I have been traveling for, for the past seven months.

I quit.

I just up and quit.

Omg.

Can you believe it?

So, if you’ve been wondering where the heck I’ve been for the past couple of months. I’ve been working. And working. And working.

And miserable.

For every second of it.

So, Happy New Year…

… To me.