So, I quit.
Literally quit from the consultant office.
Things that outraged me that rationalized me to quit:
1.A dialogue in P.S. I Love You:
“ I don’t like my job”
“Why?”
“I don’t like to work for idiots, so what should I do?”
“So, quit”
(I did not think that I work for some total idiots, but the sentence, “so, quit” made me realize that it is my free decision to quit. It’s not like I am responsible fully, and when I quit all clients will be gone. And it’s not like I’ll be insane too if I quit
2.My consultant office was like a never-ending tilted threads of work process, of new things, and abundantly full with surprises, and with unpredictable unnecessary ethics and politics. The office got a potential to develop but, tell me that I am lame, but I can’t stand an unclear process and un even playing field for competition
3.I did not get contract for my work there. Get to be a law-literate person. I have to appreciate myself
4.Too frequent time seeing your boyfriend for the whole week can make relationship sour
Now, I work for a while as a translator an interpreter in an NGO. But, then, until the while is gone…
What should I be doing?
Let’s figure out soon.
(pfuih!)