I have once again joined the ranks of the unemployed.
I actually QUIT my job.
For an organization founded by MOTHERS, they have proven to be surprisingly inflexible about the demands of my personal life (read: motherhood).
Between the commute (= time + money), the childcare costs, and the fact that I haven't prepared a meal for my family in months, it just wasn't worth it. Most non-profits I've been involved with understand that the low pay means a certain amount of flexibility to manage your personal life in the most low-cost way possible. Not this one.
It's really too bad, because I liked the job a lot, and felt I was pretty good at it. Was told I was good at it too.
But alas.... they don't do telecommuting. They don't do part-time. They won't let me be a consultant.
My decision was reinforced this week twice. The kids come home to an empty house and have an hour or so on their own before they have practices, lessons, etc. w/ a rotating plethora of transport modes. Aidan came home to find his baby gecko (birthday present) dead. Called me sobbing hysterically and there was not a thing I could do. A few days later, Bridget got herself worked into a puddle of tears over the whole horse thing (being scared lately) right before her lesson. Again, not a thing I could do but try to calm her down and make a call to the riding instructor to warn her.
Now I can:
- resurrect Fergus, my dormant sourdough starter and start baking fresh bread again
- finish stripping the wallpaper from Aidan's bathroom
- paint the guestroom
- cook fresh & healthy meals for the family
- get back to regular exercising
- invite people for dinner
- fulfill my carpool obligations
Now why can't I get paid for any of that???