So, I quit my job on July 1st. The pay and benefits were unmatched, but the manager had it out for me and eventually succeeded in screwing me over so badly, my only real option was to walk. I have slight pangs of guilt for doing it occasionally, but I know it was the only choice I had.
My Mom (main source of transportation) is going to Scotland in August, which was delayed 3 years because of Covid. She said, she's completely fine with it if I don't even look for work, or start until she gets back, since getting to a new job would be a huge pain. I won't have vacation time yet, if I even get it, and it's long enough that I wouldn't want to get hired and then drop that on them, unless they agreed to move the start date. And, she let me pause the amount of money I give her every month for July and August.
This is literally my childhood dream here. Do whatever I want, have permission to be unemployed and not contribute financially, to not even have to look for a job for 6 weeks. And I HATE IT.
I think I'm mostly just bored. It's not even about the money, because if I had a new job, I wouldn't want to go to it any more than I wanted to go to the last one. Maybe it's the lack of security. Even when I hated my job, I had a job and some amount of money coming in. I've applied to a few that were either too close to my qualifications or the benefits were too good to at least try for. But, I'm MISERABLE and it doesn't make sense. Maybe it's just change and uncertainty and I've always hated those, or the fact that I'm taking a pay cut no matter what, or I still can't believe the sweet deal I had to give up for the sole reason that my manager is an idiot. #Anxiety #Depression #neurodivergence #Employment