Why I Left My Old Job (The end – con’t)

A Dysfunctional Company

The end… part II

My respect only grew for him and for the others in the department and I think if I was going to be happy anywhere at A1, this would have been the place. Never-the-less, so much of what I did, I no longer enjoyed. Along with this, I had some difficulty with the corporate folks I had to work with. I wasn’t used to undercutting and company politics. I had spent all my years prior in the data center in the suburbs where we functioned as a family (albeit somewhat dysfunctional). I was used to a certain bond of loyalty and understanding that was definately missing in the corporate arena. My depression grew worse.

There was also lots more work. I would end up doing more than forty hours pretty regularly. Along with the 10 hours of commute time per week, I had really no time to deal with my son’s needs. I tried for about nine or ten months then my husband and I sat down and discussed our lives. At that time we decided our budget would allow me to take on a part time job and devote more time to my son. I had always had a dream of working at The Nice Place (no, that’s not its real name, but what if I turn out disillusioned by this place too and end up saying bad stuff ;)) I spoke with a lot of Nice Place employees and they all touted what a great job it was, (however the pay really sucked). I decided to go for it.

Along with this, I had managed to get three erotic books into publication and felt I could do some more if I had more time to write. Although the royalties weren’t a fortune, they helped a little and it was really fun to know that people were paying to read my stuff. So, here I was with my coffee/erotica plan. Did I really want to take the financial nosedive and persue this dream?

It took some time to get the courage in myself and support from my husband, but in the end we both agreed I should go for it.