It’s done. It’s finally over.
I couldn’t stay at that job for another week. I was either on the verge of tears or actually crying every day. I was stressed out, burned out, and not sleeping.
No, I didn’t quit without doing any planning.
I quit because I FINALLY got a job offer. In an ideal world, I wouldn’t have accepted this new role. I’m not crazy about the job, but it was the only offer on the table, the only train smokin’ out of town. And I needed OUT. It was the ‘frying pan to fire’ job I described in a prior post. The environment is fast paced, which is typically not good for someone trying to recover from burnout. But who knows, maybe the change in environment will help. I won’t know anything for sure until I start working.
On quitting day, I was a little sad as I walked in… until I got to my desk and saw that someone had stolen my chair…AGAIN.
I immediately became pissed off and was reminded of why I’m leaving. Multiple times over the past year, someone (different people, maybe?), has/have passed by at least two other identical available chairs belonging to other coworkers and grabbed mine and taken it who knows where. I know. It’s a tiny thing, an insignificant thing. But it’s been an annoyance all the same. The last little nail in the coffin of this job.
I gave my resignation to my manager, who already knew it was coming. Manager was AWESOME that day and walked me through everything all day right until I packed up to leave. As Manager will also be leaving very soon, this was good practice for both of us. My remaining teammates were great as well.
Walking out the door for the last time was surprisingly emotional. I had to stop myself from crying. As much as I wanted out of there, I realized that I was leaving a few good things behind too. (Just a few.)
But by the time I got home though, this was me.
I felt like 20 pounds of stress was lifted off my shoulders. The even better news is that I have the next two and a half weeks off and one back paycheck due.
I’ve been giddy with the excitement of my total freedom ever since. I’ve been catching up on sleep, first and foremost. My goal is to get this relaxed before the Day of Reckoning, the day the new job starts.
One lesson learned for me is not to wait until things get so bad in a job before I leave. I don’t want to resent any job or myself. I think back to my younger self on my first day at my (now former) job and feel bad that I did her a disservice. I don’t want to keep leaving future jobs because I was fired or forced to jump to something, anything, else. I want to leave because I’m moving up to something better. I will start doing that now and going forward.
I plan to work this next job for a year and use that time to prep for a new phase in my career. More on this in future posts.
For now, I’m free.
“Debtor’s prison is real, and opportunity cost is a bitch.” (DDSW Archives)