Tuesday, 23 September 2014

Bye bye work!

What a roller coaster. I've been working at a full time job since May and then working on my own business at weekends and in the evenings. All of this is perfectly doable, providing you have a supportive husband who picks up the McBaby and drops him off, and if you're not that bothered about seeing your child.

However, it's all about to change. Despite working hard and delivering above and beyond, someone I was working with started screaming in my face, quite unreasonably (is it ever reasonable? We're talking about some marketing material I'd delivered which she thought had the wrong name on it (it didn't). So I quit. Bye bye long hours, bye bye salary, bye bye working with mean people, bye bye people taking the credit for everything and blaming the rest on me.

I felt bad about my decision; I hate to let work down and it was nice to bring in a regular salary, but after going for a long walk with the McBaby on Saturday, I know I've done the right thing. Unlike work, he is a joy to be with, so kind and thoughtful. This is how he persuaded me:

On Saturday:

1. I held his tiny hand and we went for a gorgeous walk along the canal.

2. He could sense I wasn't happy with work and hugged me, saying: "Don't worry, Mummy!"

3. We were waiting to cross a road when we saw a car coming. Unfortunately, there was a cat sitting in the road. "Come on cat!" he kept shouting urgently.

4. He sang "I'm the King of the castle" while standing on a tree stump. I haven't heard that for ages and didn't even know he knew it - I didn't teach him.

5. He told me that he needed a dinosaur poo. It turned out to be a very apt description.

The moral of the story is that no job is worth your health, no matter how good the salary. The moral is also that spending time with a gorgeous baby is more important than earning money which just goes on diesel, tax and childcare. The moral is that it's so much more life-affirming to spend time with a happy child than with rude, demanding colleagues. Enough is enough. I'm choosing happiness over the nine to life.

1 comment:

  1. Sorry to hear about your work dilemas. Your right, no one deserves to be spoken to like that, some people need to remember to treat others with respect.

    The money may be a loss, but the times spent with your little one is priceless, plus he sounds like much more fun to be with;-)