Amid the California state government resorting to IOUs, and the Bureau of Labor and Statistics cooking the unemployment numbers to keep things safely under 10%, economic strife has hit home and yesterday was my last day at a job of 8 years.
No, I'm not moving in with my parents. It was a half-time job and I work part time elsewhere. They wanted me to do more work for less pay, so I decided it was time to move on. My pay was funded at city, state, and federal levels so it was not surprising, and I might have brought this upon myself by voting down props 1A-1E and encouraging others to do the same—although even if they passed I figure it would have only delayed the inevitable. I'm glad I voted the way I did.
Leaving a job is pretty stressful. I feel it is the right course and will open up new opportunities, but I wouldn't call this past month a good one.
But, there's plenty on the bright side. Having been a renter, I've saved up money and get by on very little. With my other part time job I'm pretty sure I'll be cash flow positive. I haven't taken a vacation in years—now, I don't have much of an excuse anymore. So I'm going to be living it up. I've also had my fill of being an employee so will at least be an independent contractor and hopefully start of my own practice when the time comes. At least, I will have the chance to rethink my direction in life.