Friday, February 19, 2010

I quit my job so there

I quit this job on Monday, and today is my last day. So maybe it wasn't the smartest thing considering the economy and I don't have anything solid lined up except for a couple of freelance gigs and the fact that Rigel just signed on for a full-time job, and Kira needs braces and the dishwasher's making a funny noise and we promised Kiyomi tennis lessons and the kids' college fund consists of sixteen-dollars. Oh wait, make that fourteen -- I had to borrow a couple of bucks for coffee the other day.

But the company is going through some changes, at least the part I worked for, and I felt like it was the perfect time for me to make a change, too. Also, this June would have marked three years with the company, which barring the twelve years I had my own design studio would have been the longest time I spent at one job. The shortest? Forty-five minutes. It's never a good sign when halfway through orientation you're composing your resignation letter.

The upside is that I'll have time to do more things, like actually visit friends and call people on the phone instead of the usual annual email. But I guess the biggest reason for quitting is so that I have more time to do things like this:

That's Kira and Kiyomi's lunches today, bento boxes consisting of Japanese croquettes, sliced vegetables and rice with a seaweed Pokémon tattoo.

I can't wait till they get home from school so they can see the matching outfits I crocheted for them out of shredded bath towels.

That's right -- goodbye workforce, hellllooo obsessive, hovering, overbearing, too-much-time-on-her-hands mom. Why do I get the feeling they'll be begging me to get a job.

The rest of you should just lock your doors and try not to answer the phone.

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P/S - I used these for the tattoos. I didn't cut them out myself -- I'm not that crazy. Yet.

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17 comments:

  1. Corokke! I used to eat that every week as a kid. I'd almost forgotten about it. Now that you've posted this, I'm going to have to revive my mom's recipe.

    Good luck with your new adventure!

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  2. Please make me a lunch too.

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  3. Yes, please -- I need a lunch, too.

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  4. Their loss, MY GAIN. [cackle]

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  5. Mary T in Redondo B2/19/2010 6:30 PM

    Throw on one of those crocheted bath towel ensembles and come have lunch with KZ and me!

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  6. Those lunches look DELICIOUS.

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  7. Dude I am so not showing my girls those bento boxes or they'll be begging me to quit my job!

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  8. Niiice (both quitting and those bento boxes). Now that you have all these extra time, can you whip me up one of those with a Viggo Mortonsen tattoo?

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  9. Yes, and a lunch for me too please.

    And oh how I envy you quitting your job; I've been dreaming about the same thing myself lately.

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  10. I don't what it says about me as a reader, but I thought the bento box thing WAS A JOKE. Yeah until you showed the actual product used to make it happen.

    Here's to new beginnings. Or happy endings. Oh never mind...

    :)

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  11. Don't worry, you have plenty of time to go completely batshit crazy now.

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  12. I meant to tell you, congrats!!!

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  13. Aubrey would like a bento box lunch too please. So glad we'll have time to scrapbook together now! HOT DAMN!

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  14. I quit my job to be a hovering mom and now they walk around unbathed and hungry while I catch up on all of the blogs I follow and try to get some writing in.

    I'll take a bento box and a crocheted getup as well. Blue bath towels for mine, please.

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  15. I miss you already. Thanks for doubling my workload.

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  16. Oh my! That's some lunch. Can you adopt me?!

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