I consider myself to be pretty lucky.
While in the past I haven’t ever been that person who wins prizes and drawings, or even a hand of blackjack in Vegas; in general, I lead a very lucky life.
Take my dating history, for example. Whenever a relationship ended, it simply ended. There were times after a break-up that I’d daydream about the guy trying to win me back. It never happened. I often felt defeated, thinking maybe I just wasn’t worth fighting for. Then I’d observe other women (or men) going back again and again to some jerk that treated them like doo-doo. I couldn’t understand why they didn’t love themselves enough to just walk away.
How weak, I thought. Until one day it dawned on me: I’m sure that could have easily been me once or twice if given the chance.
Think about it… you spend some time forming an intimate relationship with someone, and suddenly it just ends. Even if it’s what you want, or you know that it’s for the best, there’s a period in which you really miss that other person. I’m sure I could have been convinced to give it another go if given the chance during those lonely, vulnerable times.
Now I just consider myself lucky. I never got wrapped up in those pointless and destructive on again-off again cycles. I should personally thank every one of those jerks for not fighting for me!
I can't say my career break-ups were so simple.
As I mentioned in the last post, I went down to Hankey Pankey and worked that connection for a job in my city. Sure enough, there was a practice looking for an associate. They decided to hire me for 2 days a week as a starting point. I was able to cut my 4-day week down to 2 days in order to consolidate my time and be more productive.
It was clear to both of us that this was the beginning of the end. As he started blatantly sabotaging my schedule, I got sick of it and finally decided to bail.
Here’s where the “old flame” comes back into the picture.
My original boss kept inviting me back. I never felt burned by him, so he definitely didn’t fall into the jerky ex category, but it certainly was a relationship that should have ended just once.
I left that first 30-patients-a-day-dysfunctional-office on good terms with him. I decided I would rather be where I was welcome, treated well, and actually get paid– even if it meant compromising on some of my former deal breakers. It was easy and comfortable, and after all I only had to tolerate it one day a week. I wasn’t in the mood to start all over again somewhere else.
With a little space and distance, and a new perspective, it’s funny how you can start to appreciate the good things and forget about some of the bad. This choice came down to the fact that I would rather be in an office where someone wanted me than be with someone who didn’t really want me around.
It was nice to be wanted.
So that was it. I actually took a step backwards, giving in to the comforts of an old relationship. And here I was once again working with the “old flame,” while at the same time looking forward to a new future with a new dream job.