Two Weeks Notice

I've been working at a local grocery store for the past 9 and a half years. It was my high school summer job - turned rent paying - that I just never got around to leaving. I was originally hired in summer 2000 to work in the Deli. I lasted about 2 and a half years there, before transfering over to the meat department. Yes, the same butcher shop that my darling hubby works in. Yes, infact that's how we met. Sickening no?

As school got more and more involved, I was less and less available for the times that the meat department wanted me to work. So after about 2 years I moved up to the front end and started doing ticketing and price changes. It started that there were two of us doing the work, but when the other one left, I got stuck working some pretty miserable shifts (5-11pm friday nights, 6am-noon saturday mornings) and decided I'd have enough of that. I've been working a cash since.

Then I hit grad school. And eventually grad school scholarships (horray!) and I started working less and less. To stay officially on payroll (without being on a leave of absence) I needed to keep working 1 - 5 hour shift every 4 weeks. Despite getting my scholarship last last september, I hung on to the job until this just past september. Our contract was due for renewal, and if the company decided that they wanted to dump a bunch of the more expensive people, buy-outs could be offered, and with my time in that would be a sizeable amout of cash. But september contracts came and (eventually) went (signed in november) with nothing useful in it for me (not even a raise if I wanted to stay!).

So I did it. I kept saying that I would... first when I got into grad school, then when I got the first scholarship, then again this september when I got the scholarship that would see me through my degree...

I gave in my two weeks notice.