So much to do, so little time. And glitter. Lots of glitter.
I walked up to my store manager and handed him a letter.
"I think it's time, Brian," I said.
"Is it?" he asked. Seeming to know what the note said before reading it, he added, "Awww man."
It was my two-weeks' notice...again.
Mind you, I gave the arts-and-crafts store my two weeks' notice four year ago and then two times more three years ago (here and here) but something or other always kept me there. *sigh*
Fourth time's a charm, right?
I cited the ever-increasing workload (online orders have recently boomed) as one of the reasons to finally call it quits. I've been working three jobs for the past four years and it'd be nice to have the weekends free once and for all and just take it easy.
I've also turned 40 at the end of last month and I made a commitment to myself to start creating art again. The extra free time will help with that goal.
And my aunt comes over to my mom's for lunch Sunday afternoons. Now I'll get to see her much more often (instead of just during holidays). With my aunt's recent health issues, extra time spent with her is more important than any dead-end job.
I told the crafts store I'd stay until the end of next month so they'll have seven more Sundays with me should I need to show them how to do certain things and/or help train someone else.
I feel a sense of relief mixed with sadness but at least it's official now.
It took a few tries but I consider it two-weeks' notice several years in the making!
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