My three-day weekend was nothing short of draining. I spent the majority of the Memorial Day holiday weekend tethered to my computer, hunting for a privately sold used car for Mary. I’d forgotten how taxing the process is. One car looked like the car until we noticed a grunting sound as the automatic transmission shifted from fist gear to second. My brother-in-law, Bret, explained that that sounded like the clutch pack was going out, and that was the end of that conversation. Another prospect seemed doable until the seller finally shared that he didn’t have a title for the car. Anyway, knowing that we still have a few weeks left before school starts, I successfully resisted the growing urge to settle for any of the cars we looked at over the weekend.
The biggest event of my weekend involves work. After giving my whole situation plenty of far too much thought, this morning I concluded that it’s time for me to leave BECU. Working at BECU has been a wonderful experience and I’ve really enjoyed the people and the opportunities but, ultimately, the paycheck doesn’t outweigh the sacrifices. As always, there’s a lot more to it than that, but, for now, it’s enough for me to know that continuing my educational adgenda is more important than the lure of temporary income.
I called my agency this morning at gave them notice that I’ll be ready to leave BECU on September 16th, which is two weeks from now. I’ll be more than happy to stick around a little while longer or to leave a little earlier to accommodate the client’s need.
