I think my silence is probably indicative of my unhappiness. Today, I can tell all. Woop woop.
Last time I posted, I had just found out that my boss was resigning. That's one heck of a change. For awhile, I battled whether or not I should go too. I feel that the work I was doing was very valuable. But I don't think that the organization is really ready for that sort of thing. They need to do a lot of work developing strategy with intended outcomes. A lot of the work just seems like a fix to plug up the latest leak. People there were unhappy. We do great work, but none of that is present in the office.
I'm leaving. I have an opportunity to get my MBA while working as a graduate assistant in the Fine Arts department. I'm very excited about it. I'll help some with recruiting, and some with sort of administrative tasks. It's a minimum of 20 hours a work. I receive a stipend, a free education, more free time to help with softball, the ability to hold more than one job, and a little of my sanity back. It's a good trade off for me. I'll still be volunteering in the office for awhile, and definitely down at the Bowden. I've been teaching some of the kids how to read better. I'll have more flexible time to come in and help them too. :)
I wish I could help my work more. But, it's not really a healthy environment. I came home and complained all the time and had nothing to say. I didn't like that about myself and I think that that is one of the major reasons I decided to start looking elsewhere. Maybe I should suck it up and just keep on going, because it's only a year. But, to what end? To say that I did it? Yea, and what's that worth except a strain on my relationships and a mental problem?
Maybe I'm a little bitter, so I'm going to stop talking about it. I've been a lot happier since I made the decision and have heard nothing but wonderful things about people where I'm going to work, and I had good vibes during the interview.
I won't start coursework until January. New job starts next Monday.
Here goes nothing.
