Something weird happened.
On my first day of work, I realized that I didn’t want to work with jewelry. I wanted to work in interior design. It’s what I love and what I’m passionate about. As I was going through my onboarding, it dawned on me that I was not excited about jewelry and even though the office was beautiful and everyone was really nice, I was not excited about the new job.
I was thinking, “Great. I made the wrong decision again.”
During my lunch break, I checked my phone and saw that Scott had called and texted me and Mike had texted me. Y’all remember Mike? I was dying to know what he wanted so I opened his message first.
“Hi. I hear you’re in NYC. Let’s meet for lunch,” he said, staying true to his cold and demanding self.
I said back, “Hi Mike. You heard correctly – I live here now! Here’s my schedule…”
Scott had texted me, “Hey! How are you? I know you’re in the market for a new job and I think Mike is looking for someone so I told him to reach out to you. I’m not sure what the opportunity is, but it’s worth looking into. We are missing you here in Chicago…” He continued on telling me about the office and his dog.
How funny that the moment I realized I wanted to be back in interiors, I potentially had an opportunity back in interiors.
My first day was fine though. Quite boring and everyone was dying to meet me. And that’s fine and all, but I didn’t remember a single person’s name.
When I got home, Brady was home. He was on a video conference call and I debated lifting my shirt and flashing his colleagues. But I didn’t.
When he was finally off his call, he immediately wanted to know how my first day went.
“It was fine, but Mike and Scott texted me. Mike found out I’m here and has a job I might be interested in,” I said.
Brady’s jaw clenched. “Scott texted you?”
“Just to tell me about Mike.”
“So I’m having lunch with Mike on Wednesday. People at work have already put lunches on my calendar for this week. They’re so annoying,” I said.
“Okay,” Brady said again. He went in the kitchen and started pulling things out to make dinner.
“I hope it’s something good,” I went on. “Like I was so bored today when I was learning about what I’d be doing.”
“You probably want to figure things out. I don’t recommend hopping from job to job until you find something you like. Maybe you shouldn’t have left your job if you weren’t sure,” Brady said.
“I mean, of course I shouldn’t have left if I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t know and I definitely didn’t expect Mike to reach out to me,” I said back defensively.
“Just figure out what you want to do, Reese. You don’t want all these random holes in your resume.”
He sounded like my dad.
“Oh my God, Brady, where are the holes? I had my job for two and a half years and before that I was with my last company for over two years also. Why are you lecturing me like I don’t know this? You just got a new job, why can’t I?” I said.
“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to lecture you. I am trying to help.” His voice softened. “I just want you to have a career you are proud of.”
I rolled my eyes and stormed off. Scott was still texting me and we texted for a little bit. I’m still mad he didn’t give me a reference even though he said he would.
Brady came and found me a little while later.
“Do you want to go out and find something for dinner?” he asked.
“Fine,” I said back, realizing I was a bit hungry.
We got sushi for dinner and then Brady suggested we stop somewhere else for drinks. We went to a nearby sports bar to drink tequila and watch football. Afterwards, I could tell Brady had a lot to drink because he followed me into the bedroom while I was taking my coat off and grabbed my jeans.
“Can I at least take my jacket off before you start molesting me?” I pretended to be annoyed, but obviously I didn’t mind.
“I can’t help it,” he said, kissing the back of my neck.
I turned around and we kissed for a bit before I decided that Brady deserved a blowjob because he’s just so cute. His penis gets so erect when we are fooling around – like more than I’ve ever seen on another guy and I like that.
Suddenly, he yanked me off my knees by my arm and pushed me over the side of the bed. In one swift motion, he pulled down my jeans and pushed right into me. I had to grab onto the bed to catch myself. He immediately came.
On Tuesday, Heidi took me to lunch. Tons of people were adding things to my calendar and coming over to my desk to chat and I was overwhelmed by all of it. One of the girls who works on my team came up to me and started talking about Chicago and my previous job. I didn’t remember telling her any of it or talking to her at all previously. I even said, “So sorry, what was your name again?” at the end of the conversation. She didn’t seem to like that, but what was I supposed to do?
I stopped at the grocery store after work so I could make pho for dinner. By the time Brady got home, dinner and dessert were both ready and the house was clean and the laundry was done. It was 10pm.
“Dinner looks amazing,” he said as he was putting his laptop and coat away. And then he came over to me. “But you look even better.”
I peeled him off since he was literally stuck to me like a leech. “None of that yet. You have to try my pho.”
“Okay,” Brady said reluctantly.
We ate and I told Brady about work. Well, complained.
“There are literally no men in the office. Which is totally fine, except not fine at all. Everyone wants to be my friend and it’s like a big sorority house. I hate it,” I said.
He laughed. “Shouldn’t everyone wanting to be your friend be a good thing?”
“It’s not! I haven’t had a chance to even fucking think because everyone has been hounding me,” I told him.
After dinner, we headed to the couch to do naughty things. Blow job, sex, and then sex again. And then we watched Love, Actually.
I didn’t prepare for my lunch with Mike on Wednesday mostly because I was thinking about having sex with Brady and his perfect penis.
We met at a little French café a few blocks from my office. It was small and Mike and his assistant were sitting at a tiny table in the corner. I could tell before even hearing them that he was barking orders at her. Aw, I kinda missed him.
I approached the table and the assistant waved at me as a greeting. Mike didn’t even look up or stop talking and just nodded at the empty seat across from. Always so charming, that Mike. A server came over and I ordered a frisée salad even though neither of them were eating.
A few minutes later, after I’d drank an entire glass of lemon water, Mike finally seemed to notice I was there.
“Reese, hi,” he said, glancing up at me. “Good to see you. How is everything?” It seemed so forced, like it pained him to ask how I’m doing.
“Everything is going fine. I love being in New York. Thanks for asking,” I said back.
“Okay. Yeah, glad to hear. Where are you working?” he said, pulling out his phone to multitask while making small talk with me.
I briefly explained my new job and let him know my feelings about all of it. When I mentioned that the job was not in décor and interiors and I wanted it to be, his head shot up.
“If that isn’t what you want to do, then what do you want to do?” Mike asked me.
I took a moment to think before giving an answer. I thought about how happy I was at my previous job with Diana. I loved what I was doing back then.
Before I could articulate that, Mike said, “I’m not sure if you heard but I’m heading an award winning commercial architectural design and firm. We – well I -need someone to take over a mid-level role. My first thought was Scott, but of course, he is not relocatable.”
“Right,” I said.
“Then he suggested you. I had a feeling you’d end up here at some point. The job is everything you’ve done before, I’m sure it pays more than what you’re making now and it’ll be reporting directly to me.”
I almost laughed at him saying “you’ll report to me” as if that was some sort of added benefit.
“I don’t know if you’re interested, but I think you should be,” Mike continued. He asked his assistant to send a job description to me and she nodded without looking up.
“Yeah, I’d love more information to consider this,” I said.
“Essentially, you’re in charge of all of our corporate projects. We work with corporate offices, restaurants, hotels, luxury apartments, car dealerships, that kind of thing. Your role is to see each project through completion,” Mike said. He instructed the assistant to send me a portfolio.
“That sounds nice,” I said. I liked the sound of the job, but I didn’t want to make any sudden movements.
“We have to get going. Please email me if you have any questions,” Mike said abruptly.
I hadn’t even gotten my salad yet. Like thanks for inviting me to lunch and then not even treating me to said lunch. Mike and his assistant left and I texted Brady letting him know what happened.
“Is it something you want to do?” he asked.
“Of course!” I replied.
“And you’d work with that guy again?”
“No, I’d be working with Mike. It’s a totally different company.”
“Okay. Go for it if you want.”
I sensed Brady was unamused with my continued job search so I continued my lunch in silence.
Mike’s assistant called me that afternoon.
“Hi Reese, it’s Samantha. Mike wanted me to reach out to see if you have any questions,” she asked.
I hadn’t even had a chance to read through the job description she’d sent yet.
“Hi, not at this time. I might later though. I can email him if I need anything,” I said.
“Okay. He also wanted to know when you’d be able to start?” Samantha asked. “It’s no rush, but he said he wants someone by Christmas and he’s talking to a few other candidates….?”
“Probably soon, Sam. I’ll let him know, okay?” I said.
“Okay, Reese. Thanks!”
Mike’s always been super aggressive so I wasn’t surprised that he was having his assistant put pressure on me.
I went back through and reviewed my contract that I’d just signed on Monday and tried to figure out if there was even a way out of it. The bonus hadn’t hit my account yet, but as far as I could tell, if I quit, I’d have to pay it back. Gladly!
Since Brady didn’t seem to want to talk about careers with me anymore, I texted Scott.
“Working with Mike is very, very tough. But I think you’d learn a lot,” he said.
“I’ve worked with him before,” I pointed out.
“Not very closely. You worked closely with me and I worked closely with him,” Scott countered. I rolled my eyes.
“The office I work in is full of women and they ramble and gossip all day long. It’s like being at a Sunday brunch with 5,000 girls everyday,” I said.
“I don’t know what that’s like but I can imagine.”
“Today one of the girls in my office had a meltdown because she’s turning 26 and has to get her own health insurance. Everyone crowded around her and consoled her for like two hours. I told her that her hangovers would also become more debilitating and it would be much harder to lose weight and everyone looked at me like I’d committed a crime.”
“I can’t lie, I wish you were coming back to work here you me. Your absence is noticed, that’s for sure,” he said.
That seemed like a good place to end the conversation and I didn’t text back. Brady worked late again so I spent the evening writing a resignation letter to Heidi. What? You have to be prepared.
The next morning, I woke up to three messages from Mike.
One said, “Have you thought about the job, tease?”
And then he said, “I mean Reese.”
And then he sent me a picture of the dark-ish sky from a window. In the reflection of the window, I could see Mike and his big shoulders taking the photo. He looked kind of hot in the reflection.
“View from the office,” he captioned.
I didn’t get a chance to respond because Brady came out of the bathroom in just his towel looking like he wanted to get some.
After a super quick hookup and a shower, I texted Mike back, “How much are you paying?”
Blunt, but what was the point of beating around the bush?
When Mike didn’t respond, I was afraid I scared him off, but then Samantha emailed me.
“Mike wanted me to send this to you. Please let me know if you have any questions.”
Attached was a job offer with a starting date of 12/17/18 and a benefits packet.
I didn’t reply and focused on work all day. I was still just doing training, but shockingly I’d gone to two meetings in the morning and had a lot to say during them. I always have a lot to say, but still.
With all that was going on, I forgot about the big Christmas extravaganza until my mom sent me a screenshot of their flight confirmation.
“We can’t wait to see y’all!”
So then I was super worried everything that was obviously going to go wrong. Plus I needed a fabulous dress to wear.
Brady worked on Saturday again. That was fine, Lola and I needed to catch up anyway. We met up for a boot camp class at 10am and then headed to brunch. I told her all about my work situation.
“Mike sounds like an arrogant prick. I’m obsessed with him,” she said.
“I assure you, he sounds more intriguing than he really is. The job sounds so fun though! I wish I hadn’t taken this job,” I said.
“Just tell them you’re not coming back. Like yeah, maybe you wasted a little bit of their time, but who cares? People have done worse,” Lola advised.
“What about my contract and signing bonus?” I asked.
“Send it to me. I’m sure it’s really easy to get out of as long as you pay back the bonus. Plus, I’m sure they aren’t going to want you around for a whole year if you don’t want to be there. You’re doing them a favor.”
She was right.
After brunch, we ran some errands (shopped and tried on clothes) until Brady texted me letting me know he was coming home from work. So I rushed home because I’d been thinking about
fucking him all day.
I showered and put on yoga pants and a white cropped sweater and waited for Brady to get home. He finally walked through the door and I jumped on him before he could put his things down.
“It’s good to see you too,” he laughed, pushing me off slightly.
“I’ve been waiting for you all day,” I pouted.
“Have you?” Brady stepped around me and sat his bag and jacket down on our entry table.
“Yes, I missed you,” I said, throwing my arms around his neck.
Brady peeled me off and gave me a quick kiss. “I told some friends we’d meet them for dinner and I need to shower.”
I let him go shower while I procrastinated getting ready. I still had plans of hooking up and I didn’t want to ruin my dinner outfit. When I heard the shower turn off, I barged into the bathroom. Brady was stepping out of the shower, obviously naked, reaching for his towel. I threw off my sweater and unhooked my bra while he started to ask what I was doing. But then he realized and didn’t have any questions after that. We had sex facing the foggy mirror and it was amazing. Brady and his magical penis. I needed another shower after that then I got dressed in black jeans, a satin button down and a Helmut Lang bomber.
We met up with Zeke and some of their other friends at a bar in Brooklyn. The bar served food, but it wasn’t exactly “dinner” as Brady described. The group started off with the three of us plus two other guys, but slowly started growing until there were about ten of us. I ordered tater tots and a salad because I was starving and then I got annoyed because Brady wanted to share my food. If you’re hungry get your own food, bro.
We ended up staying out until 4am and I wasn’t prepared for that and was yawning all night. Brady was chugging beers and even taking shots and I could not roll my eyes hard enough. I chatted with Zeke mostly and he told me a graphic story about doing anal with some girl.
When we got home, we sat on the couch before going to bed. Drunk Brady started talking.
“I think you’re amazing and I want to be with you forever, but I’m afraid I can’t give you what you need,” he said.
“What?” I said back, not expecting this conversation.
“You need someone who is around all the time and I like to work. Work is my hobby and I enjoy being there.”
“You enjoy being at work more than you enjoy being with me?” I clarified.
“No, but I have to. In order to be where I want to be, I have to put in a lot of work.” He kind of fell into me and I pushed his drunk ass off.
“I don’t want to talk about this right now, you’re drunk,” I said. I got up and changed into pajamas and when I came back out to the living room, Brady was passed out on the couch with Tucker.
The next morning, Brady was up and ready for the gym.
“Do you want to talk about what you said last night?” I asked, glaring at him. I started changing into my gym clothes without bothering to shower.
“Sure. What do you want to talk about?” he said back and it became apparent to me that he didn’t even fucking remember.
“Do you remember the very first time you broke up with me? You said, ‘I can’t be what you need.’ You said that to me last night,” I said.
“You obviously don’t realize how badly that hurt me. Is that what you’re doing again? You dragged me all the way to fucking New York City with you only to decide work is your number one priority. You could have left me in Chicago where I was perfectly happy.”
“That’s not-” he began, but I interrupted him.
“I’m so sick of your goddamn games, Brady. I’m sick of wondering what you’re doing and thinking because you’re a closed off little mute who won’t tell me anything. Oh, except that I need to figure out what job I want so I can be taken seriously by your family.”
Of course he was. I went and brushed my teeth and combed my hair. We didn’t say anything as we walked to the gym. I thought that maybe I was overreacting, but the whole thing was so frustrating. It felt like he was blaming me, like I had these crazy, unattainable needs. Just don’t work 20 hours out of the day – I think anyone would ask for that.
I was so mad that I actually worked out at the gym.
When we got home I showered and when I got out it sounded like Brady was cooking. I found him in the kitchen making breakfast – a little avocado and egg sandwich because I’m somewhat vegetarian at the moment.
“Hungry?” he asked, watching me poke around the kitchen.
We sat and had breakfast, talking about everything except what we should’ve been talking about. I’d all but accepted Mike’s job offer and I was excited about it and didn’t care if Brady didn’t approve. I didn’t approve of his work life either. So we talked about the new job and how exactly I was going to leave the new job I’d just started.
“I want you to be happy and if taking this new job will make you happy, I think you should do it,” Brady said.
“I am. You know what else would make me happy? If my boyfriend actually wanted to spend time with me instead of working,” I said.
He nodded and looked down.
I took a deep breath to calm myself because I felt like going off again. He is so fucking frustrating. We didn’t say anything for the remainder of our meal.
I put on a movie and we sat on the couch watching with Tucker. Halfway through Coco, Brady grabbed my hand.
“I’m sorry if I haven’t been clear about how I feel about you,” he said. “I want to spend every second with you and if I could, I would.”
I just stared at him.
“I’m not trying to be selfish. Are we okay? I can’t imagine being here without you.”
“If you aren’t trying to be selfish then why are you?” I challenged. “I’m obsessed with you, Brady, my life literally revolves around you. It’s a slap in the face when you work so much and even volunteer to work more after I dropped everything and moved here to be with you.”
I felt kind of bad that I was bringing up the fact that I moved to New York because he asked me to, knowing that I’ve wanted to move here forever.
“I know. I will make time for you, I promise.” He kissed my hand.
Okay. If that’s what Brady was claiming, I’d wait to see if he kept his word. He was home when I got home on Monday and came home at 7:30pm on Tuesday! And immediately jumped my bones as soon as he saw me both times. And he came home with McDonald’s on Tuesday so maybe he really does care.
19 thoughts on “i wish i hadn’t taken this job.”
OMG. I can’t dig-in with comments until later but what. a. post.
Damn girl! Great post. Congrats on the new job…sometimes you just have to take a chance and go for it. Hopefully the other job doesn’t give you too much shit for leaving so quickly. As for Brady….as annoying as his comment must have been at least you opened up to him and let him know how his words and actions are affecting you. Sometimes the awkward convos are needed and it seemed in this case it was. Also I think you need to be understanding in the future if he works late sometimes. Obviously his career is important to him and you don’t want him to feel like he has to pick between you and that. Good luck with the Christmas trip…can’t wait for that post recapping it haha
ugh he’s so annoying acting like he’s the only one who wants to do well in his career. over it!!!
so good to see so much of you again! missed you, girl! i started writing again, too. it’s good therapy.
omgomgomg, this is the best news ever! going to catch up asap! I’m so excited
I’m so obsessed with your blog it’s crazy. I literally check it like 5 times a day hoping for an update.
Anyways, this year I had THREE new jobs only to finally find the perfect fit. Everyone (I’m sure) was judgey are rude about it behind my back, but fuck them. Life it too short not to be happy – ESPECIALLY in NYC where there are so many opportunities. You spend majority of your life at work and I see so many people complacent and miserable so why not try to find someone perfect. As for “job hopping”… if you are leaving it off your resume who cares?
Just my two cents 🙂
I love u ❤️
I’ve been reading your blog religiously since the very beginning! Like the above poster I also check it several times per day in hopes of an update.
I am coming to New York City for the first time in January for my 25th bday with my bf. Do you have any favourite restaurants, and also a sit down lounge/bar recommendation for the day of my birthday?
Thank you Reese!
Please never end your blog.. haha
email me and I will send you a list!
Thanks! What’s your email? I can’t seem to find it on the blog.
it’s my url @ Gmail.com. sorry love!
You definitely get more job opp/offers than any person I know. I agree with Brady that you really need to take it seriously and figure out what you want to do. You’re not just out of college anymore and you need to start building a career. I think he thinks you don’t take work as seriously as he him and it is a turn off. You used to be very driven and now it seems like you’re just floating along not taking your career serious and having fun. He Probably wants to propose to you at some point but not when you are not sure with your job. Just what I think.
This can’t be a serious comment. Reese is super driven and works really hard. She knows what she wants and is working hard to find that in regards to her work. She just uprooted her life and isn’t being stupid by turning down opportunities, but isn’t settling either. She’s dating professionally, per se. It’s part of the game and she should definitely find something she’s excited about. “Holes in her resume” is bullshit. Brady was defensive simply because Scott was involved and made his snide comment based on that insecurity more than anything else. Do YOU, Reese. Keep speaking your truth to Brady and continue to be compassionate when he attempts to do the same. He craves positive reinforcement from you in regards to finding a work-life balance.
thank you. dating professionally – I like that!
Agreed! I think Reese is smart to find the right job. Being at a job you are miserable with isn’t worth it. Obviously, as seen through older posts most of her employers have asked her to come back so that alone shows she is a good employee. If she was quitting everytime something went wrong then I would agree but moving for a better role or fit seems legit to me.
Bradys getting annoying with making all these plans without asking you. He would be pissed off if you did the same thing to him. Its not fair that he uses work as an excuse as to why hes not spending time with you, but then has no trouble going out with others and staying so late, even if you are with him. That would get to me for sure.
I wonder if you could plan some mini getaways or staycations where you agree to do things together and ensure both of you are switched off from work and other distractions, the same as you would be if you were on an actual holiday.
I get opportunities because I make connections and I put myself out there. a lot of opportunities I get are because I know people. that’s even how I got the job with Scott in the first place. always be networking and the same can happen for anyone! I highly doubt my job situation is stopping Brady from proposing. lol
I kind of agree. How is that all these jobs just fall into your lap? I know people who are very educated (not saying you aren’t), dedicated and hard working who look for months for a job. And what is it with most of these companies hiring on the spot with no reference check or vetting. I mean the job you’re leaving. NY has a very competitive job environment and I’m struggling to believe that all these companies are going crazy for one person when there so many qualified perple out there.
the job I got called 3 of my references. Mike didn’t ask for references because he knows me and has worked with me. I’m sorry that your friends are struggling to find work but I work hard and have worked hard to find jobs. no one is going crazy for me but I’m plenty qualified and have the experience to back it up.
I think you take it seriously, especially seeing as you are going back to a company you previously worked with. This is also a step up, so it does make sense you are leaving a job you just took- to make the move which will definitely stick. (Just stay away from Scott!)
I have been at the same place for 13 years. I work 100+ hours a week, and when I am not woeking, I am thinking about what I should be doing, so I am never fully carefree and present. Fear is keeping me from quitting, so I live vicariously through you.