As of 3:15 this afternoon, I have resigned from my third job in 17 months. That's got to be worth some sort of weird recognition. Job 1 was a no-brainer. 10-12 hour days, piles of paperwork and no progress made it easy to leave. Job 2 was a short run. The work was pretty cut and dry. The supervisors were great. When Job 3 dropped out of the sky, Job 2 had to go. This most recent position was tailor-made for me. Everything I had majored in at college and grad-school prepared me for it.
Catholic High School Theatre Teacher!
I went to Catholic School and studied theatre, so why not? It wasn't an easy transition - my predecessor had been here for 15 years and his exit was messy. I had to prove myself to a lot of people. 10-12 hour days again were the norm. Round trip is 90 miles. But I made it through the season with a lot of help from students, parents and staff alike. This school is a really, really good place to work.
However fulfilling the job has been, I have missed out a lot on life at home. The past year has been a blur and I have been absent from a lot of my children's development. My wife has been more patient than I have deserved and now it is time to get back to the basics of "working to live". I think I've got that term down correctly.
The 4th job in 19 months begins in June. Pay is not great. I can walk to the building if I choose. I get to hang up funky posters in my office if I choose! I'll be working for the arts again. Most importantly - I've got another chance to get pack to parenting and "husbanding".