Of naming names & tweeting deets

It’s been the better part of a week since I left Primerica. It’s finally starting to sink in that I don’t have to go back. A woman I knew (I wouldn’t go so far as to call us friends. I’m only really friends with 1 person there) texted me & was like “There are a couple of jobs posted that you might be interested in!”. I texted her back & said “I wouldn’t go back there if you held a gun to my head”. I then reminded her that the reason I left in the first place was to go back to school. She apparently forgot that. I didn’t just give them the rage quit, even if it looked that way.

I’m sleeping better. I’m more relaxed. In general, I’m just a happier & more functional human being. Mark commented the next day how my body just seemed more relaxed even though I hadn’t fully accepted it yet. It was just such a toxic environment. Kyle’s (Jordan’s boss, so one level of supervision up from me) parting words were something along the lines of “Don’t trash talk us”. Too late, cowboy. Of course, it’s not trash talking if it’s the truth, eh? Now that I’m gone, I also have no qualms about using real names. What are they going to do about it?

Karma’s a bitch & it’s a shame I can’t be there to watch when they get theirs. Nothing in life is free & Jordan sure as shit didn’t earn where he is. I didn’t get an exit interview, but it’s not like HR didn’t know how I felt. I haven’t said anything on here or in my real life that I wouldn’t repeat to his face or in a court of law. The same is true for Kyle. Though he got himself in trouble for an off color comment he made that could have resulted in a sexual harassment suit. Teeheehee. Too bad it didn’t actually turn out that way.

On the entertaining side of things, if you follow me on Twitter (@RetroIndieQueen); I’m tweeting all the things they’re “paying” me to while I’m on my notice. It’s everything I do from 8a-5p EST. I’m not counting tomorrow, Thursday, or Friday. I’d already asked for tomorrow off, so the PTO kicks in. Obviously, Thursday & Friday are company holidays. So far they’ve paid me to take a nap, get a bikini wax, play around with new makeup looks, watch a fuckton of FBI Files, put together the paperwork to get my name changed, & play far too much Hay Day & Ticket to Ride on my iPad. If you want, check it out & be amused. I know I am.

Speaking of, I think I’ll spend the last 10 minutes of my “day” putting in the next disc of FBI Files. Then it’s “vacation” until next Monday.

Hope my U.S. readers have a happy, safe, and gluttonous Thanksgiving holiday. To all my non-U.S. readers, enjoy the rest of your week.

XOXO!

Of going to the church & getting married

So, I disappeared for a few months (almost exactly 3, but who’s counting?). The two major things that happened are I got married & I quit my job.

Mark & I got married last Friday, the 13th. It was perfect for both of us. I got my Friday the 13th & he got 11/13/15. We had all of 15 people & that’s including the wedding party. Let’s be real, we aren’t a fussy couple. Something big, loud, & crazy wouldn’t have fit us. We’ll get our fill of that next summer with my dad’s side of the family (God help us). We had one of our friends ordained online so he could perform the ceremony for us. He went to a bible college, so it wasn’t entirely implausible that he wasn’t cut out for the task. My matron of honor did get Mark’s middle name wrong, though. Whoops. Funnily enough, it’s his brother’s middle name.

Just because I love you, my fair readers, a few pictures from our shoot the next day. In a cemetery. How fitting.

And the news that I’ve been wanting to share for a while, but haven’t been able to; I quit my job yesterday. I’ve been miserable there pretty much since I got a new boss. I’ve been trying to find a new job since January & have been turned down every single time. After talking about it with Mark, I finally decided to get out of the industry entirely. At first I was hesitant because after 2 years, my licenses will lapse. Those were hard tests to pass & I didn’t want to lose them. I thought long & hard, then admitted to myself this industry wasn’t for me. It never really has been, but I didn’t have the education or experience to go anywhere else.

We batted around a few ideas & finally settled on going back to school for pharmacy. I’ve always wanted a job in healthcare & this seems to be the best fit for me. It’s going to take a total of 6 and a half years to complete the coursework as I have almost none of the prerequisites to even apply. Pharmacy school itself is 4 years. In the long run, it’s 6 and a half years vs. the rest of our lives. It will still afford us (literally and figuratively) time to start a family. This will be a much better career & I’ll be much happier in the long run. I may be ready to tear my hair out over certain classes or assignments, but it won’t be nearly as bad as this past year. I’ve come home from work in tears more times than I care to count. Hell, I came home from work in tears 3 days straight this week. Though the last day were tears of relief.

After all the bullshit that 2015 has thrown me, I think this more than makes up for it. I’m in a totally different place. I have a husband I adore who worships the ground I walk on. I finally “broke up” with a job I hate. I get the rest of the year off to relax & recover from said job. I don’t have to deal with any familial bullshit. His mom & I get along just fine. She’s only in the country 6 weeks out of the year. 😛

So that’s where I am now. I hope that the past 3 months have treated everyone as well as they’ve treated me.

XOXO!