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I quit my job. My last day was February 28.

I do not have another job to go to. I am fortunate that the money situation has changed a bit in the house, so I don’t have to have another day-job to jump into, just yet. Which is good, guess.

The original plan for the job I just left was to work there and establish that I am still employable despite the long gap in my work history.  I established a 5year history there. I created processes from almost nothing. I documented procedures so anyone could do.my job. I enjoyed it, for the most part. I enjoyed the problem solving for last-minute schedule changes; some of the coworkers were great to be around; I like dealing with paperwork (yes, I’m sick. That’s why we have Mental Health Wednesday). I get a rush out of keeping the office organized (not the house, just the office). I was only working 8 hours a week because in a micro business, the line between bankruptcy and breaking even is nanometer thin, but that didn’t bother me, too much.

It was the boss who ruined it. The first year it was appreciation. In the four years after, three of those years he would often look at me and say “realistically, a high schooler could do your job.”

Finally, something just broke. I gave a two week notice with a vague thank you.

I feel bad that I don’t have another day job to go to.

But perhaps this is a good thing. There is a lot of household stuff happening that requires an extra hand to keep things together. And if I’m honest with myself, I stressed out a lot at home because of what was frequently said to me at work.

Perhaps this is the beginning of Kintsugi.