Okay, it's official, I positively suck at breezy, newsy posts. That said, I feel that my devoted audience of at least a dozen people deserves to hear the latest first-hand.
I have quit my 911 job.
A big deal for sure: no more insurance, paid holidays, or regular salary. I won't be handling crises or coming home with good stories or fulfilling the emergency service needs of Kittitas County. Nor will I be hanging out with the people I've gotten to know and love over the past eight years.
But still, I must go. When it's time, it's time. For me, it is now time to move on to the Next Big Thing, which currently includes hubby and children and a cleaning business, and hopefully lots of room for creativity in there too.
The funny thing is that I first encountered Kittcom via a janitorial job. While I was in the dispatch center dumping out the trash, I was told about a job opening, and a few weeks later, there I was. Now I'm leaving to do--what?--go back to cleaning.
Only this time, it's our cleaning business. A little different.
I have my life back. My whole wide no-night-shifts life is mine again, and it feels good.