The end of an era.

Well, folks. It's time I let the cat out of the bag; today marks the fourteen day stretch until I am no longer employed with the Government of the Northwest Territories. Three days left.

I have mixed feelings at this point about this. I am as terrified as I am excited. Terrified of leaving a stable job with steady pay, in territory that is and has been familiar to me since December 2007. Excited because once this is over, I will be walking the path towards a new career.

I mentioned in my first post on this new blog of mine that I will be returning to school (hopefully next year) with the goal of obtaining my Bachelors of Education. What I did not mention was that I intended on leaving my current job to become a substitute teacher with two school boards here in Yellowknife, perhaps even all (?) three.

Although I really do not need to justify my action for anyone but myself, I feel I should share my opinions on the matter as at this point, they are the only ones that matter. Let's use bullets!

1. I went to film school. And if there is anything that film school taught me is that I am a creative individual and should not be sitting in front of a desk all day pushing paper, answering phones, and taking revenue. Film a movie, draw a masterpiece, sing a song!
2. I finished high school and attended two years of university in French. Parlez-vous français? Because my knowledge of the French language has been diminishing ever since I left the UofA in April 2007. In all my years being a bilingual public servant, I would say that I have helped maybe five people by speaking French each year. That's not enough practice! And subbing in French will definitely revive the romantic Frenchman within!
3. Being a teacher was my plan from the get-go. I think back to my university days and am shocked I never once took a single Education course. What was I thinking filling up my timetable with science and language courses? I knew I wanted to teach and I did not even pursue that in the slightest! Silliness!
4. I am taking a risk. And I feel like I have never taken a risk in my life. People keep asking me if I will be able to find steady work as a substitute, and if it will pay enough to cover my expenses, to which I reply yes! I do not know if this is the truth personally, but others have told me so, and if it is not steady, so what? No risk, no reward. Is that not the motto of a true gamer? Because life is essentially a game. There just isn't a reset button.

The 18th. That is when I leave those who have been a part of my working life for what feels like forever, but at the most would only be slightly under four years. It is definitely a weird feeling, knowing you are leaving. But I must work hard until the very end, and that is what I intend to do.