Anyway, when I got home Friday night, I told myself that, even though the weekend ahead was promised to be the best of times, all I wanted to do was get some sleep.
But then a surprise meeting on Friday morning threw a wrench into my plans.
My boss didn't like what she saw, and wanted to meet with me on Friday morning to see about making changes to my work day schedule.
I went in - bleary eyed and dragging from lack of sleep.
And it didn't take long for my boss to hammer out what was expected of me. More than should be expected if I was in my right mind, if you know what I mean.
There was no way I was going to go along with this crazy request.
I've worked hard to build up my individual workday with down time in the evenings and on weekends.
I take weekends off to devote fully to my writing, and I make sure I have time off during the week to give myself a chance to breathe.
This is how I create the best work--and how I live my life most successfully.
If I'm going to keep my sanity and take care of myself, then I need to build in the breaks.
I explained this to my manager.
And let's just say she wasn't having it.
So the end of our meeting saw me in tears and her telling me that my job was on the line if I didn't stick to this new schedule.
Ugh.
My chest got tight, my head went fuzzy and I had a hard time seeing clear.
After all, this schedule change she was proposing was something that I simply couldn't do. And what was worse...
I was getting bullied into it 😵💫
And to make matters worse, when I tried to tell my boss about the new schedule being too much for me and my lifestyle, she'd just told me that this was a "new normal" and that I could help to set it.
Did she even hear me? I wasn't sure if she did, but what she did hear was that I couldn't handle all this new responsibility and I needed to get my head back in the game.
And then she said a bunch of things that I'm not going to repeat here, but they left me feeling like I had no fight left in me.
So when I got home from work on Friday evening I couldn't help but feel like the weekend was shot.
I'd been in work situations like this before. Where difficult managers turn into despots who take advantage of people's fears and insecurities.
I'd had to put up with bosses like this before. And I hated myself for putting up with it.
I couldn't take it.
When I left work for the day, a plan had been made. (Or, rather, a plan had been "unmade")
I decided that I was quitting.
And that I was quitting just then, without even taking one of my few paid days off over the weekend.
I got out laptop and made a plan to find a new job before I went to bed--a plan that I felt was within my reach.
And as I got ready for bed and hopped on the laptop, I felt some relief.
I know you're probably thinking "RELIEF?? How could you feel relief? You just quit your job without another one in place! How is that a good thing?"
Because I planned for it. I made sure that I had plenty of money set aside so that I could take a month or so off from making money.
And even though I was able to do it, I felt like I'd been pushed into a situation where I couldn't afford not to make the move.
It was either quit or risk losing my sanity completely.
My sense of self-worth. The soft independence I'd worked hard to build for myself.
But once I made the decision and my mind was made up, things got better.
I didn't have a job lined up or anything like that. But I knew that things would be okay. I'd get a new job quickly and I'd be able to make up some of the time I'd spent at work (I didn't spend all of my time at work, but it feels like I did).
I could take a month off from making money and focus on making something that I cared about.
And the fact that I had a plan made everything better.
I felt more in control of my life, like I'd valued myself enough to do what was best for me.
I had already begun my journey through what Jason Feifer described as the four (4️⃣) stages of massive disruption:
1. Panic
2. Adaptation
3. New Normal
4. Wouldn't Go Back
The Friday morning meeting had me in Panic. By the end of the long weekend, my feet were set firmly in Adaptation.
And frankly?
I can't wait to see what the New Normal is going to look like!
Because I wouldn't go back. Not for anything.
I woke up this morning, ready to tackle the day and even got a chance to write more of the Billionaire Romance I mentioned earlier.
I have to change the Release Date, of course. (I'm pushing back to next month b/c releasing this month would put me in a casket ⚰️)
But I feel sooo much better about sharing this newest Manhattan Nights novel with you.
In case you haven't heard me talk about it, here's a quick synopsis of THE CON (A Forbidden, Secret Billionaire Romance) coming October 28th ;)
Dr. Jacob Masterson is a handsome psychiatrist who makes beautiful Manhattanites' hearts flutter. Sophie Santellini is a recovering addict, with a desire for redemption, and a talent for keeping secrets.
The two would be perfect for each other if he wasn't back in NYC to claim part of his estranged father's empire....and she wasn't there to steal it.
If you've had the chance to spend time in the Manhattan Nights world, then you'll def want to grab this steamy forbidden, secret Billionaire Romance and the eighth full-length novel in the Manhattan Nights series on ✨ special pre-order ✨