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Have spoken with DH. He has assured me that if the Ass.boss is bothering me that much, I should quit. He agrees that if I'm very careful with the household expenses and I decide to move with him when the Army comes calling, we can afford for me not to work if that's what I choose to do. He's so sweet.
Of course, I'd go crazy after the first week of no job. I realized that after the four days of staying home for Mono at the beginning of the year. But it makes me feel better knowing I can get a part-time job if I find one, instead of trying to find another full-time job.
Not that I've been having any luck on the job front as it is. I think it's two things - 1) I'm not even sure I'll be here in four months and I feel guilty about trying to get another job when there's a chance I won't stay. And 2) I don't have a degree, I'm good at what I do but not many people need the skills I have. I can type (used to be a good 80-90 wpm but I've fallen out of practice and am probably down to closer to 60 or 70), use a ten-key, organize, I fake excellent customer relations over the phone and in person, yet I have enough of a backbone to tell a customer "No" if the need arises (as it often does at the Customer Service and Returns Desk). I think I'd make a pretty good receptionist or secretary but all my computer skills are self-taught. I learned my way around Excel with trial and error and I'm positive it's not up to par with what I'll need in the clerical workforce (btw, I hope that's the right word and not the one that means priests because I'm definitely not suited for that one).
Anyway... I'll be seeing DH in a few weeks, my parents are going to be doing the driving so that's one less thing for me to worry about,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dazite's hubby replaced the spark plug wire things in my car so it stopped making the fart noises, I don't have to worry about exploding at work and telling Ass.boss exactly where she can shove her job because DH says it's alright if I do, my new glasses are on the way so the headaches should stop soon, and I de-webbed the front door (all by myself) so I can get in and out of the house un-molested by creepy-crawlies for another few days.
All in all, life is starting to look better.
Of course, I'd go crazy after the first week of no job. I realized that after the four days of staying home for Mono at the beginning of the year. But it makes me feel better knowing I can get a part-time job if I find one, instead of trying to find another full-time job.
Not that I've been having any luck on the job front as it is. I think it's two things - 1) I'm not even sure I'll be here in four months and I feel guilty about trying to get another job when there's a chance I won't stay. And 2) I don't have a degree, I'm good at what I do but not many people need the skills I have. I can type (used to be a good 80-90 wpm but I've fallen out of practice and am probably down to closer to 60 or 70), use a ten-key, organize, I fake excellent customer relations over the phone and in person, yet I have enough of a backbone to tell a customer "No" if the need arises (as it often does at the Customer Service and Returns Desk). I think I'd make a pretty good receptionist or secretary but all my computer skills are self-taught. I learned my way around Excel with trial and error and I'm positive it's not up to par with what I'll need in the clerical workforce (btw, I hope that's the right word and not the one that means priests because I'm definitely not suited for that one).
Anyway... I'll be seeing DH in a few weeks, my parents are going to be doing the driving so that's one less thing for me to worry about,
dazite's hubby replaced the spark plug wire things in my car so it stopped making the fart noises, I don't have to worry about exploding at work and telling Ass.boss exactly where she can shove her job because DH says it's alright if I do, my new glasses are on the way so the headaches should stop soon, and I de-webbed the front door (all by myself) so I can get in and out of the house un-molested by creepy-crawlies for another few days. All in all, life is starting to look better.
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