My transfer form had just been submitted. I was excited to acquire the perfect envelope for it. It was time to check my email. Two messages immediately grabbed my attention. One was for all of the jobs for which I could transfer into while the there was a request to add yet another class to my already burdened schedule. A few harried phone calls mixed with a range of emotions caused me not to respond. Instead, water slowly appeared in my eyes. Timing is everything.
A transfer is not the answer for me. An exit door is the answer for me. I want my own office with a schedule that is at my beck and call. What will it take for me to finally jump ship? My unhappiness continues to loom on the horizon. Two appointments with a financial advisor round out the first step.