A rare post
Just a quick post to let everybody know that I've been thinking of you all as the countdown to DH commences. Yes, Erika and I, her friend Emily, and my friend cuspgirl have tix for midnight. We'll be singing the blues on Friday, but never let it be said that we missed a Potter-oriented midnight release. But, sheesh WB, why a school night?
In other news on the dreamcoat front, as of two weeks ago I have resigned from my job effective January 1. I don't know what I'm going to do yet (I'll go back to subbing in the classroom in the meantime, yuck) but it will probably involve more education. Breaking up is hard to do, especially since I've invested so much of myself in the new library and love my job so much, but the job itself is a financial dead-end. I am paid so far below minimum recommended guidelines that it would be laughable if we still had our frickin' house. As it stands, it ain't that amusing. As I defended the "extravagance" of my 1.5 FTEs, my unbalanced, a lot-of-it-gratis workday, and my postage stamp budget that matches most of my colleagues' salaries simply because I asked for a 26 cent an hour raise for the first time in three years, it occurred to me that my future looks exactly like my present, which is totally unacceptable. What I do will never be valued in this backwoods cultural black hole, and I'd better get out now. I'm tired of hearing the words "just be glad you have a job." I'm exhausted. I'm burnt out. Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
So--midlife crisis, anyone? Estradiol and Prozac for everyone!
Actually, I'm pretty optimistic. It's been nearly nine years, and I've accomplished a lot. I'm hoping that counts for something out in the job market, and I haven't ruled out a master's degree. If I go to school I a) get a forbearance on my lifetime's worth of student loans, and b) suddenly render both of my children eligible for financial aid. Win/win!
In other news on the dreamcoat front, as of two weeks ago I have resigned from my job effective January 1. I don't know what I'm going to do yet (I'll go back to subbing in the classroom in the meantime, yuck) but it will probably involve more education. Breaking up is hard to do, especially since I've invested so much of myself in the new library and love my job so much, but the job itself is a financial dead-end. I am paid so far below minimum recommended guidelines that it would be laughable if we still had our frickin' house. As it stands, it ain't that amusing. As I defended the "extravagance" of my 1.5 FTEs, my unbalanced, a lot-of-it-gratis workday, and my postage stamp budget that matches most of my colleagues' salaries simply because I asked for a 26 cent an hour raise for the first time in three years, it occurred to me that my future looks exactly like my present, which is totally unacceptable. What I do will never be valued in this backwoods cultural black hole, and I'd better get out now. I'm tired of hearing the words "just be glad you have a job." I'm exhausted. I'm burnt out. Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
So--midlife crisis, anyone? Estradiol and Prozac for everyone!
Actually, I'm pretty optimistic. It's been nearly nine years, and I've accomplished a lot. I'm hoping that counts for something out in the job market, and I haven't ruled out a master's degree. If I go to school I a) get a forbearance on my lifetime's worth of student loans, and b) suddenly render both of my children eligible for financial aid. Win/win!