I’ve been thinking about quitting one of my jobs. I have three. And yes, two of them are very part time, but I can’t honestly remember the last time I had a weekend off.
Two full days. Of doing whatever I want.
Sure, when I went to Texas, that was a good few days off, but it’s different you know? Having an open two days in a town you’re familiar with, just doing whatever.
It sounds luxurious to only have two jobs. It sounds like a fantasy to not work everyday. How did this normal thing because so elusive to me?
Part of the problem is that I genuinely like my jobs. I could never dream of leaving CTB, it’s family. The gym is awesome because I know everyone, it’s not much work and I get a lot of benefits. Working for Agava is cool because I get to be artistic and also work remotely.
Each job fulfills some criteria so that I’m not bored.
I think I’m just burned out on work a bit. Mostly though, I want a fucking weekend. Or two days off where I don’t have to be somewhere at a certain time. Bingo. That’s it. For a few days I don’t want to be accountable.
Last weekend I was supposed to have a day off on Sunday, but I ended up going in to help out. It was ok and I’m not resentful, I got 10 hours of sleep that night so I was chipper. However I do think I need a day or two off here soon or I’ll really burn out.
The problem again, I love my job, I love my coworkers, I would do anything for them. Including come in on my days off.
The gym shift, from 9-12 on Saturday morning nags at me simply because I take at least one shift off a month for a race or run, it’s a bit annoying to work late Friday night and then run, and have to be somewhere the next morning. It also makes the day feel like a work day. So the rest of it I am getting groceries, or doing other productive things that seem not as fun.
I can’t really explain it. Maybe I’m being a baby.
If I do stop working at the gym, I plan to keep it secret for now. I don’t really want my boss at CTB to know (yet) that I have Saturday open. I love her, but I know I will get called in even more than I normally do. That would defeat the purpose of ending my gym shift.
I feel a bit more financially secure right now, after checking my bank account. Winning some money at Cayuga Trails helped, and I feel like I am in a good position to not work as much. When I win money at races, which I hardly ever do, that money goes to loans or gas for my car so I don’t feel guilty traveling or see family or friends (yes this weighs on my mind). I try not to spend recklessly. I cook now at home a lot more instead of buying food. I enjoy that almost as much as my breakfast sandwich on a biscuit 😉
What I need to do is talk to my boss at the gym. I’d still like to help them out if they need a sub (like I’m doing right now) or even stop in on Saturday evening when I have time to stock towels, clean up a bit and make sure things are ok. I just don’t want to work the 9-12 shift on Saturdays anymore.
I want a weekend damn it.