The Past Few Days....

So here's the deal. The big elephant in the room so to speak.

I put my two weeks notice in at my job on Friday.

Thursday I didn't go into work, (long story) but I got a text from someone who is a semi office manager. She said that "we need to talk". Which is never a good sign right? So basically I was told that there were two patient complaints on my behavior in the past week, that I had been rude and disrespectful. Then she went on to tell me that I needed to step it up and take on a more 'Monica role', become more committed to the office or there wasn't a place for me in their business. I had until Friday, like less than 24 hours, to make my decision.
Now Monica is a sweetheart and she's someone who they give just about everything to expect everything from her, no disrespect meant to her I'm just quoting what that person said.
I was pretty crushed. Only about two weeks prior I had recommitted my self to my job and had made the honest decision to be happy and enjoy my job to the best of my ability. At least until about February when we knew that Dj would have his residency back and our school bill would drop dramatically. Let's just say I left that meeting under the impression that because of what two patients had 'said' that I had done to them I was being given an ultimatum. And because my luck just wasn't showing it's mean little face that day not even an hour later Dj saw a craigslist post for my exact position.
Yeah. Nail in the coffin. Knife to the heart.

We prayed. A lot. And cried. A lot. We both felt that it was time to go, I couldn't stay. But the terror of thinking about the struggle was strong and overwhelming. At the time it was a choice between staying and 'stepping it up' and worrying about everything I do and having to worry that at any mistake I make I could be fired, or deciding to quit on my own terms. I'm the primary provider in our tiny family and with school starting soon we have a nice bill to pay Cal Poly. So the thought of putting ourselves in this awkward situation was terrifying.

So I wrote my official resignation letter submitting my two weeks notice along with a very honest letter expressing my feelings of hurt and disappointment with how the situation was handled. I did it without being rude and I actually got compliments for how well written it was, at the fear of sounding prideful I'm proud of it and I'm really glad I decided to write it.

Anyways....wow this is turning into like a full on book. But I went in on Friday, put the letters on the doctor's desks and went to work. I had promised myself that no matter how the day went I would go in there with my head held high, knowing I had never disrespected a patient in my 2+ years there and that I hadn't done a thing wrong. And I did. I kicked some major happiness butt! Despite the fear and nervousness I felt like we had made the decision and that no matter what happened I was going to give them the best 2 weeks they had ever seen.
At the end of the day I spent a half an hour talking to 2 of the docs and then another half an hour talking to the last one. Thankfully, there had just been a severe lack of communication. We compared it to a very disastrous game of telephone and actually had a laugh over it after everything was cleared up. Turns out that the things that were told to me were done in a very blunt way, leaving out a large portion of what the doctors had wanted told to me. Miscommunication! The greatest problem of our generation. So to cut out all the boring details that don't mean much to anyone but me probably, they apologized profusely for the hurt that was unintentionally caused, they told me the things that were left out of my Thursday conversation and I told them the things that I thought they had done wrong and I decided that yes, I would still be leaving. At least we would be leaving on good terms and we will all still be friends.
If anything I really hope and pray that they learn from this experience and that they correct it before they hurt somebody else.

So I have a resume that's almost ready to send out to some jobs and a loving husband who is behind me 200%. We spoke with our Bishop yesterday during church as well so we know that we will have the bishoprics prayers as well as the support of the ward if we need it in the future. They'll be checking in on us every few weeks until we get back on our feet. I'm truly grateful that Heavenly Father trusts Dj and I to give us this trial and has the confidence in us that we'll be able to get through it. We don't have children to feed, we don't have a car payment, we just paid for our 6 month car insurance 2 weeks ago, the only thing we have is school and we have more than enough in savings for that. This is the best possible time for this to happen and no matter what we'll be given the strength to get through as long as we keep making good choices and doing our best to help our situation.


With God all things are possible.