Yesterday, I wrote about the decision I made to leave my job. I got a lot of encouraging words and I appreciated all of them.
Today, I’m going to write about how and why I ended up keeping my day job and how it helps with my eventual goal to work for myself.
Before I explain what happened, let me offer a few pieces of advice anyone should keep in mind when they deicide it is time to leave their job.
1) Never “rage quit”
I don’t care how much your job sucks. Two weeks isn’t that long. If you did your job well and your boss could be a good reference, give notice. Even if your boss is a total asshole.
At some point, you might need another job. If you tell a prospective employer that they can’t call your last boss, that will make it that much harder to get that job.
I had been thinking about quitting for a long time. When I submitted my notice, I said I was willing to stick around for up to six weeks to help train my replacement. It meant that I was going have to wait six weeks before I started working my “real” job. But it also meant that if I needed to go job hunting again, I could list this job on a resume with the knowledge they would say good things about me to a potential employer.
Two weeks goes by quickly. Do yourself a favor and power through it.
I have burned very few bridges in my life and I’ve always come to regret making that choice.
We finally managed to get my wife scheduled for an episode of Geeks Without God! Pat joined us to talk about television, which is a subject that has been rather lightly covered on previous GWG podcasts. Sometimes our 30 minute format means that we only scratch the surface of a particular topic and this episode is a fine example of that problem. We briefly touched on a lot of different atheist characters and how they are depicted. It is a broad topic worthy of a lot more discussion.
I imagine we’ll have to ask Pat back.
When I was seventeen, my family took a trip to Europe for summer vacation. We spent a week in France, a week in Germany, a few days in Amsterdam and a week in England. Mostly London.
At the time, I was about to go to college as a theatre major and all I wanted to do in London was go see plays. My parents wanted to go to all sorts of historical buildings and stuff and I resented it at the time. One play a day hardly seemed fair. Who gave a crap about the Tower of London?
The Tower of London, by the way, was pretty cool. I regret it took me several years to realize that.
Last week, I wrote about how my son was being bullied and how proud I was of his response.
A lot of people told me how he sounds like a great kid and they also told him this weekend. Before the weekend, I made a facebook post wherin I suggested that those who wished to should give him $5.00 to help replace a 3DS he lost last week. Several people asked if there was a way to do it online.
So for those folks, here is a way to donate to his DS fund through paypal. You can only donate $5.00. I don’t want anyone to donate more than that. If you can’t afford $5.00, that’s OK.
If we make more than what we need to buy him a DS, we will donate the remainder to Minnesotans United for All Families.
If you would rather make a $5.00 to Minnesotans United in his name, that would also be terrific.
Thanks for all the love and support he’s received. He doesn’t entirely undersand it but I know he appreciates it.
Here’s the donation button for those who would like to use it:
Last week, I sat down with Levi Weinhagen and recorded an episode of Pratfalls of Parenting. I’ve been doing a lot of podcasting lately but I’m usually the host. It was fun being the subject. I believe I said interesting and amusing things but I haven’t had a chance to listen to the finished podcast yet. You can listen for yourself!
Apologies to those hoping for lots of stuff from the Republican National Convention. I just can’t get to riled up about a bunch of rah-rah speeches meant to serve as a sort of infomercial for the Republican product. I get as annoyed by the Republican convention as I get excited by the Democratic convention.
Not much at all.
Boy, that Paul Ryan is a lying douchebag, though.
I have to hand it to Romney. Up to this point in the campaign, I haven’t given a shit about what he’s had to say because he’s been so unerringly dull. He finally said something (sort of) interesting when he pointed out that nobody has asked to see his birth certificate.
You know why that is, right Mitt? It’s because you are white.
I think we should start asking to see Mitt’s birth certificate, don’t you? Hey Mitt, where the fuck is your long form birth certificate? How do we know you aren’t Canadian? Or from some Nordic country? WE DEMAND TO KNOW!!!!
My family and I are currently on vacation at Walt Disney World. We are Disney Vacation Club members and that means we come here with some frequency. I’m not going to pretend I don’t love Walt Disney World. I adore the place.
This year, we are trying to be pretty frugal. My wife had a bad fall during the one ice storm we had this winter (if I believed in bad luck – I would believe she had the worst ever) and is not working so we need to conserve funds. We brought our own food for breakfasts, we are on a strict “no souvenir” diet, etc.
My son Alex is a Boy Scout and he really enjoys it. He very much wants to make it all the way to Eagle Scout and I want to support him on his journey. They have been so anxious to work with his social challenges and find ways that he can be included in the group. Every moment he’s spent with scouts has helped me to ignore the misgivings I have about the Boy Scouts of America.
And yet, I do have misgivings. Primary among them is their unflinching policy when it comes to gays and lesbians involved in their organization.
I’m Just loving this picture my mom posted of me and my brother when we were kids. I’m the big brother.
Talk about a great picture of a couple of kids just enjoying the spring snow melt! I spend a lot of time trying to capture my own kids with natural smiles. It only happens when they are too busy enjoying themselves to notice the camera.
I remember that jacket. Couldn’t tell you one other thing about the picture, but I remember the jacket.
I showed this picture to some friends and didn’t tell them who the kids were. They thought it was my two boys. Pretty amazing how much my children look like me and my brother. My wife says I breed true.
I guess it’s pretty clear our kids are mine.
Or my brother’s…..