I gave my two weeks notice yesterday at 4:38 pm after a day of several “I can’t take this anymore” moments. I could probably take anything really… if they just paid me a little more, or a lot more. So I have decided to do the unthinkable. The unimaginable, something I told myself I would NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS do. I am going back to being a server. Temporarily. To open up my schedule for soul searching… and job searching. Mostly in NYC.
I borrowed the above quote from my friend Hayli’s blog. I admire her for always following her heart. (It sounds cliche, but really… she just chooses something she loves and goes for it.) This might be her mantra or something of the sort. She is always full of good advice and I think this might be the best piece of all. There is no reason why I should come to work 8 am to 5:30 pm everyday and hate what I do. Especially when they’re paying me nickles and dimes with no promise (anymore) to a brighter future. I am going to take a step back and not jump in until I am absolutely and completely head over heels for what I do… for most hours of the day. It only makes sense. The world will keep going despite of you, so you might as well do what you love. Life is too short to not. “Hello, can I take your order?”