The sweet taste of FREEDOM
WWWWhhhhaaatttt!!!!????!!? Did I really?
Yes, sir/ma’am. I certainly did. I quit my job.
I have been side-gigging for a few months now. The money is fantastic. It all started with being presented with an awesome opportunity to write on a daily basis.
But isn’t that exactly what I do on WAPH?
Yes. However, I don’t get paid for this blog. Unless you count the hideous ads that are slowly starting to disappear from the posts.
I’ve been writing and editing content. I make pretty decent money. In fact, it’s more than I make at my day job. I’m a $10 an hour employee. Have been most of my life.
It didn’t take long for me to do some quick math.
Why I quit my job
Turns out my day job was actually costing me money. When I first started the side-gig, it was for some extra cash and it was something that I could do at my day job when I had downtime. Unfortunately, my day job has been exceptionally busy and on top of that, we’ve always had issues with our internet, leaving me with not a whole lot to do. Probably one of the reasons why I keep three months worth of blog posts lined up and ready to go…
So when the day job is busy or the internet has taken a dump on me for the 8th time in a shift, I’m not making any cash. I was making most of my extra loot at home before work. As many of you know, I lub da twitter. It’s a great way to interact with bloggers and readers alike. As many of you also know, I haven’t been around as much lately. Between blogging and keeping up with promotion via social media, the side job, and my full-time job, my work-life balance was in a terrible state of disarray. It was too much.
This has been stressing me out a bit. So I pulled out the ole calculator and got to work. It might be a challenge, but I figured that I can make the same amount of money working this side-gig full time that I was working full time at the hotel and part time writing/editing.
This didn’t make sense to me. I ran the numbers again. They were the same.
The thing about this side job is that it’s a contract position. There is no overtime but there is also no production cap. I’m consistently making $15+ (I’ve hit substantially more than this multiple times) an hour. I can work as much as I want. I can do it during the day. This graveyard shift bullshit is a young man’s game.
I hate the fact that I wake up in the afternoon and feel like I’m already a full day behind everyone else.
I thought about this for four weeks. I thought about it for that long because I had family coming into town who were using my employee discount. I knew what I was going to do the second they checked out. And that’s exactly what I did. I gave two and a half week’s notice and I quit my job. This is because I wanted to end my tenure at the end of a pay period. My OCD wouldn’t let me do it any other way.
So I’m afraid this is goodbye. Goodbye to shitty pay. Goodbye to the graveyard shift. Goodbye to shitty, whiny, complaining ass hotel guests.
I preach about living your own life and making your own rules. I’ve made moves into this direction before. But this….
This is me walking the walk.