Journal Post 9/1/2020
Today I gave notice at my job. A job that I have only had for 3 months. A job I took out of fear if I am honest. In May I was "Permanently Terminated." I know it was because of COVID...but for some reason that does not make me feel any better. Not the point. Let me go back a tiny bit more. In January, I quit my job to start a new job. It offered better pay, my own office, better title, and I would get to learn many new skills. I left a good company (that paid too little) because I thought this was a good opportunity and a great way to start a new decade. New job, new me, a fresh start. Then the world kinda went to shit. So in May I find myself unemployed. My dream opportunity dashed because of something I definitely didn't see coming. I find that my trust in myself was already a little shaky. I was sure I had made the correct decision, but there I was...jobless and without a clear path. Then a new job just falls in my lap. It isn't great, but it will pay the bill...