“I ended up with two interviews for the day in question, both for the dream job in different offices.”
Despite your best efforts to be friendly to the environment, you have been duped into hurting it, and effectively trapped in that position.
The question isn’t whether I should leave. It’s how to go on the interview for my dream job, bearing in mind I am not entitled to personal or sick days at the moment.
I feel like you should shake me and say “Only a bridezilla would put her wedding over the needy!”
“I took the job!”
“I am worried that taking this new job somehow means I failed because it’s not what I set out to do.”
It is appalling how the culture of work in this country has evolved to the point where employers can and do demand that employees fully curtail their private endeavors even in areas unrelated to their employment.
“In your case, the decent salary & the overpriced apartment in the city with access to coffee shops and fancy cocktail joints and artisanal donut bakeries are not enough to make up for the soulless job.”
“Am I a morally vacant asshole for professing adoration while simultaneously keeping my eyes peeled for a candidate with some actual savings and a less serious chemical dependency?”
Gilgamesh and I are on opposite trajectories. She is stressed, unhappy, and unhealthy, whereas I am fulfilled, happy, and considering starting a family. Needless to say, our relationship is not great.