Let it snow
Ugh. Trying to write a letter to the parents of the kids I work with about how I'm leaving the job.
It's weird to leave a job. I usually hang on to jobs tooth and nail and only leave when I'm fired or moving to Alaska. But I can't pay my bills, so I need to get that taken care of, much as I'm sorry to say good-bye.
It feels like breaking up, like I'm writing a 'not you, it's me' letter. And there's a weird shame involved. Like I'm letting the kids down by leaving them. I guess any job where kids are involved ramps up the fear of failure to 11, but I shouldn't want to avoid eye contact so much! I may be more of a coward than I thought.
Last day is Monday. I can make it through three days of anything, right? (Coward!me is hoping for at least one Snow Day.)
It's weird to leave a job. I usually hang on to jobs tooth and nail and only leave when I'm fired or moving to Alaska. But I can't pay my bills, so I need to get that taken care of, much as I'm sorry to say good-bye.
It feels like breaking up, like I'm writing a 'not you, it's me' letter. And there's a weird shame involved. Like I'm letting the kids down by leaving them. I guess any job where kids are involved ramps up the fear of failure to 11, but I shouldn't want to avoid eye contact so much! I may be more of a coward than I thought.
Last day is Monday. I can make it through three days of anything, right? (Coward!me is hoping for at least one Snow Day.)