The Art of Quitting

I work at an art gallery and it just so happens that I am currently the only gallery assistant. There were two others when I started, one was let go and one quit. It just makes it ten times harder for me to quit because there is literally no one else to take up my responsibilities. Obvi I'm super important. But now I feel I need to give extra time for them to find a replacement. Especially since we have a show at the gallery next weekend and several Women Who Wine classes lined up for several weeks after. 

This is Mr. Giraffe, I painted him at our last Women who wine class

I've never quit a job before, besides that one week I refused to go back to my Nanny job because the little girl had lice. No thank you. So I don't really now how to go about it. 

Today is D-day. Luckily the owner is in Mexico so I only have to break it to the Director, and hopefully she will tell the owner before he comes back and I have to tell him myself :-| Funny enough I have the same plan as Meg. I'm going to blame it all on her! Spur of the moment she asked me to travel the world with her and we leave in a month! How romantic, if only she were a man. (though I'm sure we'll find plenty along the way ;) )

I think I'm being extremely generous with almost a full months notice, though if they find some superstar they'll probably force me out before then. Fingers crossed they don't because I still need the money to add to my trip fund :/ 

Now I just have to see what they say. I'm curious to see who they get to replace me because, you know I'm irreplaceable. 

UPDATE: 

In reality quitting was much easier than I thought it was going to be. I was having a minor panic attract when I went to tell the gallery director, (I walked in and out of the office 4 or 5 times before I finally got the courage to go in and talk to her, she must of thought I was going insane) and she couldn't have been more nice about it. She was extremely happy and excited for me and thinks it's a wonderful opportunity. She happened to have a friend who was thinking of moving to the DC area so she didn't even have to look for anyone to replace me. And thankfully she also told the owner, Boots. My conversation with him was a little more awkward but not in the way I thought it'd be. The chat went a little bit something like this...

Boots: So I hear you are going to Europe for the summer. You must be looking forward to that. 

Me: Oh I'm extremely excited! 

Boots: Where are you going? 

Me: We rented an apartment in Cannes in the South of France. 

Boots: Can I come with you?

Me: You can come visit. (Um no) 

Boots: Can I? So when do you leave?

Me: June 2nd. 

Boots: Wow so soon, are your parents going? 

Me: No, I'm going with a friend from high school. 

Boots: Do I know him? What's his name? 

Me: Uhh it's my friend Meg, she's a girl. 

Boots: Oh you're going with a girl... I thought you were running away for a romantic trip to Europe with a man. 

Me: No that would be better. 

Boots: Yes, that would be better...

I believe he may think I'm a lesbian, but whatever. Him not being mad at me was the biggest relief. Now I just have to help train the new girl who starts next week. I don't know how I'll be at training someone but we'll see... Surprisingly I think I'll actually miss the gallery a bit.

The Gallery, after I set up for one of our Women Who Wine classes.

Besides my giraffe masterpiece and pic of the gallery, I found the other pics on Pinterest