I received a piece of mail today marked "SECOND NOTICE." Even though this was printed in bright red, in faux stamp-style font, I still thought, Maybe I should open this, just to see what it is.
Thank goodness I did!
The letter began as follows:Dear Wonderturtle,
Imagine yourself in a professional environment, working with people who are as motivated as you are -- people who respect you and your abilities.
Sound good? Hell yes! If so, we need to talk.
The future becomes the present before you know it. So true.
Why put off the things that matter most -- like getting the training for the career and future you deserve?This is exactly what I've been fretting about -- I can't believe I almost didn't open this letter!
You can start getting the skills you need for a rewarding career and a better lifeA rewarding career? AND a better LIFE?
RIGHT NOW... and finish in less time than you realize.Holy crap. I have been worried about time and saving money... this dude (Brad Buchanan, Executive Vice President) really knows me!
Wonderturtle, the time is NOW! Think about your future.Oh, I'm thinking, Brad.What kind of career and life do you want?A rewarding one! A better one!Make it happen -- respond with the green "YES" sticker today!Um, well, OK. I never thought revolutionary change could start with a green "YES" sticker, but Don't have a High School diploma? We may be able to help.Oh. I do, actually.YES! I want more information about the career fields marked below!
Medical Insurance Billing & Coding
Not SureJust check me off for the last one, Brad. I want to fix public education but not leave the front of the classroom, get a more advanced degree and be a perpetual student, wear jeans to work and draw inspiration from my supervisors, be creative and sleep late and be published, and feel (at least on most days) like I am working for and within an organization whose mission I wholeheartedly support. Can you still help me?
I Think I May Have Been Chinese In A Former Life
And I still want to quit my job.
That is all.
My Mental Break
It probably started with Back to School Night and compounded from there.
I tried to chalk it up to hormones or my busy schedule or the fact that we've all been getting shit on at work. Anthemsled and I were talking about the next month and where we had to be on all the successive weekends and I just saw the calendar stretching out endlessly with obligations to other people.
The fact that I know my problems are lucky problems to have and the fact that I couldn't control my emotions from spilling over the surface just seemed to fuel the fire.
So I bailed on everything. Coaster Punchman and Poor George, Dale, I'm so sorry.
Everyone I was supposed to call, please know I lost my phone, which on a weekend like this was a blessing.
Hapabukbuk and Anthemsled, I do not know what I would do without you.