I know last week I was torn as to what I wanted to do, but some things have changed that have sort of forced me to make a decision. And now that the decision has been made to work for the Postal Service, I’m quite emotional as I work my last weekend at the vet clinic.
Today was just a day like any other. Perhaps even a little harder than usual. But as I worked the short Saturday shift, I wondered why this amazing opportunity to work my dream job was being put on the back burner of my life. It feels like a cruel tease to me, for fate to dangle this amazing job in front of my face for a few weeks, and then make it so it wasn’t practical to continue with it. I just don’t get it. Its what I’ve wanted to do since I was a little kid. And now I have to quit?! Its made this day very emotional to me. And now I find myself trying to push myself to think of other options so that I can keep working for the clinic.
I just want to add, my resistance to this change isn’t because the Postal Service is bad. In fact, they seem great! Everyone I have encountered during my week of orientation and training has had nothing to say but good, and everyone there was friendly and seemed to really enjoy their careers. But my heart is with helping animals, not carrying mail.
I hope this shift in jobs will be temporary. In fact, it must be. I can’t let it be permanent. I can’t let that dream die.