sabatical
In the old testament the jews were told to take a year off from work every seven years.
I was hired at starbucks (which is, a bit ironically, founded and run by a Jewish man) in September 2001. Now, exactly 7 years later, I have reached my year of jubilee and am quitting!! I certainly am not doing this willingly (I didn't think of the year of jubilee thing until today, like 4 days after I turned in my resignation). Jeff, Ben and Kami (we live in their basement-- i'm kinda behind on blogging because starbucks was sucking my life away) sat me down intervention-style and made me quit. I guess the definition of a workaholic is someone whose friends and family all agree is one, but they think they're not. I think that probably works for everyone in denial of an addiction. Anyway, I'm too much of a perfectionist to have noticed that starbucks was using up every ounce of my energy. I was at such odds with Ben and Jeff the other day that I was considering just taking the girls and moving to an apartment. I never had any time or energy to focus on teaching the kids (the whole reason we moved in here in the first place) I was always mad at jeff (who can totally make up for my income at his work in like 1/4 the time if he doesn't have to watch the kids) and i was missing out on things like Lavinia learning new words and Sunshine learning to crawl.
Those things weren't connecting for me though. I loved my job. I didn't love being taken advantage of, but hey, I'd have done anything for that company. I just became a coffee master, I loved being a shift supervisor, I loved most of the people at my new store (though they have very different talents of the people at my last store) and I didn't even usually mind that I never got to take a lunch. One of the other shifts never takes any breaks (though he clocks out for them) so I almost felt bad taking a lunch once a week. There's only so much I can take though. I was the only one that didn't complain about opening, so I usually opened. It was in the midst of opening 7 out of 9 days that Jeff made me quit. Sure I tried to get them to let me just do less hours, but you wouldn't let a recovering alcoholic just go to the bar once a week. In the end Jeff had to pull the authority card. I still disagreed that I needed to quit, so he just told me that I needed to.
I need to obey my husband.
I need to be a part of the family.
I need to have a period of my life in which I am not constantly sleep deprived.
I need to focus on this community that God is building and discover His plans for me in it.
I need to focus on teaching Dove, Eden and Seven.
I need to remember what it's like to have a life other than coffee.
I need to learn how to have balance in whatever I do.
I need to learn to delegate.
I need to have a predictable schedule.
deep down I think I might be excited, but that didn't keep me from crying lots when I turned in my resignation.
I was hired at starbucks (which is, a bit ironically, founded and run by a Jewish man) in September 2001. Now, exactly 7 years later, I have reached my year of jubilee and am quitting!! I certainly am not doing this willingly (I didn't think of the year of jubilee thing until today, like 4 days after I turned in my resignation). Jeff, Ben and Kami (we live in their basement-- i'm kinda behind on blogging because starbucks was sucking my life away) sat me down intervention-style and made me quit. I guess the definition of a workaholic is someone whose friends and family all agree is one, but they think they're not. I think that probably works for everyone in denial of an addiction. Anyway, I'm too much of a perfectionist to have noticed that starbucks was using up every ounce of my energy. I was at such odds with Ben and Jeff the other day that I was considering just taking the girls and moving to an apartment. I never had any time or energy to focus on teaching the kids (the whole reason we moved in here in the first place) I was always mad at jeff (who can totally make up for my income at his work in like 1/4 the time if he doesn't have to watch the kids) and i was missing out on things like Lavinia learning new words and Sunshine learning to crawl.
Those things weren't connecting for me though. I loved my job. I didn't love being taken advantage of, but hey, I'd have done anything for that company. I just became a coffee master, I loved being a shift supervisor, I loved most of the people at my new store (though they have very different talents of the people at my last store) and I didn't even usually mind that I never got to take a lunch. One of the other shifts never takes any breaks (though he clocks out for them) so I almost felt bad taking a lunch once a week. There's only so much I can take though. I was the only one that didn't complain about opening, so I usually opened. It was in the midst of opening 7 out of 9 days that Jeff made me quit. Sure I tried to get them to let me just do less hours, but you wouldn't let a recovering alcoholic just go to the bar once a week. In the end Jeff had to pull the authority card. I still disagreed that I needed to quit, so he just told me that I needed to.
I need to obey my husband.
I need to be a part of the family.
I need to have a period of my life in which I am not constantly sleep deprived.
I need to focus on this community that God is building and discover His plans for me in it.
I need to focus on teaching Dove, Eden and Seven.
I need to remember what it's like to have a life other than coffee.
I need to learn how to have balance in whatever I do.
I need to learn to delegate.
I need to have a predictable schedule.
deep down I think I might be excited, but that didn't keep me from crying lots when I turned in my resignation.