Two Weeks Notice

I suppose my snobby tendencies finally got the best of me last week. I have been trying to fight it for so long, because, honestly, there are a lot of great people in the world who don't need college in order to be great. I tried to tell myself I was just a poor, helpless victim of the economy and my first degree has a poor market, anyway. (You know, journalists get laid...off...) 

I couldn't do it anymore. Last week, something terrible and mean kept mumbling, "you went to college, you're too good for this" in my ear. 

Not to mention, my manager is seriously starting to grate on my typically overly-cheery Christmas spirit. 

Apparently, though, because my manager consistently has to have the last word in any matter, I've been exhibiting a bit more tension than usual lately and I'm stressing her out. I guess, when I'm "stressed out" after a day of substituting and have to report to work for an additional five hours, it makes her "stressed out." Her solution to me was to not worry about the money and just quit one of the jobs. 

I'm not sure if she meant substituting or her store, but I have never had a boss tell me to quit their job before. Perhaps I threw her for a loop. 

Regardless of where I was supposed to quit, I gave her my two weeks notice. My last day of undergarment peddling will be December 27th. That knowledge is the best Christmas present I could ever provide myself with. 

I'll be able to really focus on substituting until I start classes on January 12, and after that I'll still be able to be in the schools on Wednesdays. After that, I'll just figure something out. Maybe tutoring? I've gotten more comfortable helping kids with lessons with how many times I've had to really look back into my mental bank for answers to high school and middle school English questions. Just getting myself an MLA handbook and re-introducing the Oxford comma to myself, and I think I'd be pretty okay as a writing and grammar tutor. 

We'll see. 

Oh, and one more thing. To Miss Brittney Spears: curse you and your catchy little "Womanizer" tune. Every time I hear it (read: every eight seconds I'm not listening to the Sirius-XM Christmas station), I get closer and closer to looking into downloading Circus. Curses. 

Perhaps, a silver lining?

So sorry I've been in a slump these past few days. The retail world has gotten to me quicker than I expected. I feel like the whole world is belittling me or doing things just to make me feel like a moron, which I don't like. And, will someone please explain the international appeal of Hagerstown, Md.? I have had more non-English speaking customers and customers visiting from other countries in the past week it's been ridiculous. All I know is, if I had family or friends overseas and they came to visit, I wouldn't make them endure Hagerstown, especially with our proximity to D.C. To each his own, I suppose. 

The monotony of it all has just put me in this irritable slump that I can't seem to get out of. The juices of creativity just aren't there and I have absolutely nothing to say. I go to work, and while there I put bras on hangers and curse people who mess up my panty tables. My managers tell me I don't know any better and send me home. I get frustrated, sit on the couch like a lump and write in my blog. Something has to change. 

It can't all be or stay bad though, right? Absolutely not. 

I arrived home today to discover a missed call from Washington County Public Schools. My heart skipped beats as I listened to the voice mail. A woman from Human Resources is interested in pursuing interest in my application to substitute teach to the next level. I can sign up for a time to get my finger printing done on Monday if I give her a call back. 

Relief. 

I wanted a subbing gig from the moment I decided to come back here. It will give me a bit more insight into education before I enter it as a student again and will also help get my foot in the door in a local school system. If I can secure a position, I'm going to reduce my hours at LHBP to give me a few days off during the week to be open to sub. 

Things could certainly be looking up as far as me feeling restless, useless and bored. 

I'm optimistic for the first time in a few weeks. Now, to help this get off the ground without too much turbulence. 

Thanks for reading.