I took a moment to take that in, to reframe my response to being something that wasn't "Fuck you too."
This whole situation had begun earlier in the morning, well, it had been building for the last several weeks, if I'm honest.
Yesterday a tenant had called me, because she hadn't been able to contact my boss, and things were simply not progressing. She'd been without AC in her house for the past 3 weeks, when it had happened, my boss had started the fix by calling the home warranty people- and getting them to send an ac mechanic out. A week went by, nothing, 2 weeks, someone went out and then said the part would take a while to come in, 3 weeks later, nothing. The tenant is pregnant and works from home. So, I get with my boss, we have to do something about this. So this morning, she decided that it was time to take this into our own hands. The tenant was uncertain about what the part was exactly that had to get ordered, something having to do with the fan motor, they thought. So, my boss, asked if I would call different AC companies and see if they had the part. But, that we weren't going to have them take care of if unless it was less than 200.
When I found out that the tenant didn't know what the part was, I told her, so she got pissed off and told me it was the fan motor, and took it on herself to call an AC guy she knew, and ended up telling him to go out and take a look to verify.
Yesterday a tenant had called me, because she hadn't been able to contact my boss, and things were simply not progressing. She'd been without AC in her house for the past 3 weeks, when it had happened, my boss had started the fix by calling the home warranty people- and getting them to send an ac mechanic out. A week went by, nothing, 2 weeks, someone went out and then said the part would take a while to come in, 3 weeks later, nothing. The tenant is pregnant and works from home. So, I get with my boss, we have to do something about this. So this morning, she decided that it was time to take this into our own hands. The tenant was uncertain about what the part was exactly that had to get ordered, something having to do with the fan motor, they thought. So, my boss, asked if I would call different AC companies and see if they had the part. But, that we weren't going to have them take care of if unless it was less than 200.
When I found out that the tenant didn't know what the part was, I told her, so she got pissed off and told me it was the fan motor, and took it on herself to call an AC guy she knew, and ended up telling him to go out and take a look to verify.
I don't have that sort of authority, she'd just told me that she didn't want someone going out, and I was just supposed to find out if they had a part that we weren't even sure of. What an awkward conversation to have. So, now I'm frustrated. Her whole reaction was passive aggressive- she would just do it herself if I didn't "want" to do it. My whole point in telling her that we didn't even know what part it was for me to call and ask about, was so that she would authorize a service call to rediagnose. So, I told her we needed to talk.
"If I'm being honest, I'm not sure that this is going to work out with us." I said, beginning the conversation.
"Good. That's what I've been thinking too." She responded.
Well, good. Easy out, but also, damn. I think to myself.
She tells me that she's been having doubts about me ever since I had my mental breakdown, and left her in the lurch labor day weekend. (She pushed and prodded me to talk about a traumatic event that I was not prepared to talk about, and yes, I shut down. She told me to take the whole weekend off, so I did. I did not leave her in the lurch. She hit a snafoo that weekend that she blames me for, but honestly, I had done what she asked, and I assumed it was taken care of- because she and the other person involved were in communication without me. )
She back peddled when I brought those things up in response, and said that she didn't know what I needed from her.
So, I told her all the things I've been thinking about, the goals for my life. How I don't think this job will work for me because it doesn't feed my soul in the way that I need it to.
She took it as an attack on her and her character. Because she believes in helping people too, to an extent. But, she believes that giving money to people is how to help, and that's what she's trying to do, get in a position where she can. But that's not me, and not where I would find my meaning. Would I like to be wealthy so I could give money away? Sure, but, fixing the heart of the problems is where I want to be.
She left it up to me, to call it or stay. When I decided to call it, that's when she called me a millennial. After everything that was said that I haven't written about, because this was a 2 hour conversation, I honestly couldn't respect myself and still stay. She's so two sided, says all the right things and wants to do the right thing, but when I see her interact with contractors she's so not understanding and cheap. Says she wants to do right by me, but I just don't see it. And I can't see myself wanting to learn more about renovating bathrooms for rich people. I told her I'd stay for the month of October and finish up the projects we're working on, but she said no. Just be done. So, okay.
So, yes, I quit another job. And, yes, part of me worries that she is right, I can't stick with anything. But I know that isn't true. So what's next? I'm going to take the next week and a half off of work, and muscle through some book stuff. Go up to NC for a last bit of research- have my bday weekend and then get a job on Tuesday, the 10th.
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