Evening lovelies!
I'm having an impromptu chill out evening at home tonight and am trying to get my posts in some kind of order again. I'm normally an organised person and have my posts ready and the photos edited and uploaded so I always have a variety of things I can write about but recently I have completely lost my time and mojo.
Although I've been super busy with hen weekends and glastonbury festival I've also made the really MASSIVE decision to quit my job. This was something that I worked so hard to get and spent 5 years at uni for, which is a position that I imagine a lot of people are in nowadays.
After a few long months of being totally bored out of my mind with nothing intellectually stimulating to keep me going I told my boss I was considering leaving and he attempted to stall me by saying they would sort it out but unfortunately nothing materialised. I've spent too long trying to get them to teach me things and give me a chance to do something more than the basics.
It was making me so unhappy and I hadn't realised how much I'd changed my life for a job.
I'd had to buy a car when I started the job as it was an hour commute either way to get there, which put me in a difficult position financially as I didn't have enough money for one by myself and had to borrow from my parents. The journey time plus the extra hour of my new shifts added 3 hours onto my day compared to before.
I hadn't realised the impact this would have on me long term, and slowly but surely my cinema and food trips after work dwindled and let's not even go there with the cocktail evenings! I couldn't ever attend blogger events as they almost always started at 6 and I could never make it back to Cardiff and park up in the shopping centre before 6.30 so I had to miss them.
With training for Tough Mudder i couldn't even get to the gym as regularly and my life basically became that of what I thought was an older persons; essentially my job was ruining my life and it wasn't even worth it. Not for the rubbish salary, the poor amount of training and definitely not for the amount that it was changing my life.
I'm 26, broke, living at home with my parents and totally hating it all. I realised there wasn't much I could change about it all apart from my job so I decided to hand my notice in and just be done with it. I am now a few weeks away from potential unemployment with a few thousand pounds worth of debt to my parents and then the usual student debt and the potential of a mortgage being some way off in the distance (20 years at this rate!) which I can tell you now is A LITTLE BIT SCARY.
But like the above picture, I need to wake up and live.
I have a lot of plans that I would like to fulfil such as travelling and I honestly cannot describe how much I want to go everywhere and see everything. Money is of course something that will put a serious halt to these plans but I'm hopeful that I will get a job soon and be able to start saving some money again.
My attitude to life has completely changed since I've handed my notice in and I'm already so much happier. Maybe its just the prospect of leaving and the excitement for possible future prospects or maybe it's just the relief of having finally made the decision but I can only hope that I can find a job soon that interests me and help get me out of my horrible hole of debt!
It makes me wonder how many other people are in the same position as me. Did you get your dream job only to find out it wasn't what you were hoping for? Have you had a job that promised you so much more than you were actually given?
Did you find out much later that the promises they made weren't likely to turn up at any point?
I have no idea what's in store for me now, but I know that I've made the right choice and that choice was happiness. So I'm sat here in bed snuggled up with my windows open, watching Bad Neighbours and eating chocolate shoes and I have to say, I'm feeling pretty happy with that.
Everyone needs a bit more happiness in their lives don't you think?
L xxx
