prprincess
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Ages ago when I was in my early 20s and lived with my mother. Now that I'm supporting a family with my husband, I wouldn't dream of it!
I was also a teenager, either 16 or 17.. In high school. but it was for a good reason. I was simply MISERABLE.Not since I was a teenager and I'm sure it was for some inane reason considering my then age.
I was also a teenager, either 16 or 17.. In high school. but it was for a good reason. I was simply MISERABLE.
I worked for some telemarketing company. Yes, embarassing as it is, I was one of those annoying people that called you in the early 90s saying "you qualifed for a Discover Card". Worked maybe 3 weekends... I walked into my bosses office and said " I am too young to be this unhappy". The look on his face! I remember it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I drove home and my mom and dad were like what are you doing home. I told them.. All was good. I had such a feeling of relief, and Happiness.
Months later I overheard some girls in the halls passing between periods at school talking about this company and how they havent been getting their pay checks..Place closed down soon after..
This. In my imagination I quit very dramatically, very often! IRL I’m also our primary source of income and with 13 years in a well-compensated mid-management role, a lateral or upward move elsewhere just isn’t going to happen. So I work to live, give 100% for 50 hours a week and leave it all completely behind when I walk out for the night. I couldn’t handle laying awake nights agonizing over it or letting it make me sick so I keep it very compartmentalized emotionally. If I hit the lotto tomorrow I wouldn’t even go back to say goodbye.I've wanted to very badly a couple times, however I'm the main breadwinner so it wasn't an option for me. The area in which I live isn't ripe with replacement jobs therefore that plays into the decision as well.