I still don’t get why I quit for the worse.
I love championing a cause, especially in the form of analysis and complaining. When I quit my first job I was so fired up from all the readings I’d come across in college about the low wages PreK teachers receive. There was even a push from my professors to become a director as soon as possible to avoid the long hours, impromptu singing, and the various compositions of feces. “Join a professional organization,” they’d said. “Keep learning.” “You play such as vital role…” But I thought it best to just meander from one entry level position to another. How dare they pretend our “importance” did not warrant affordable healthcare and summers off like “real” teachers anyway. I quit with such indignation. For all of us! Except, there was this one time I quit and couldn’t find anything better for a long time.
I was fighting some intangible injustice instead establishing the right career path.
I still don’t get it 