All throughout this week I’ve been racking my brain and preparing myself for the inevitable departure I’ve planned for one of my jobs. I’m currently doing two things right now: IT specialist/web design/customer service rep at a vitamins and supplements company; and I’m a tutor for grades K-12. I’m not Mister Fantastic, and I’m currently not able to stretch myself so thin that I can appropriately be competent at all things I set my mind to. But, there are baby steps. Tutoring is the better choice for me right now, so I’m dropping the other job. I’ll have my mornings free and a part of me believes that I’ll be able to do a lot of good in that time.
Will I miss my old job? Yes. A resounding yes. I’ve had mixed feelings about working there. The co-workers are good people, and I’ve made friends to last me a lifetime. So what’s the problem? The problem is understanding my potential, and knowing when it’s time to leave the small pond for larger waters.
So long old job, this boa constrictor just shed you.