Quit my job

It’s done. Over. Finished. The upcoming days will tell if this really was worth doing or not, but right now I feel… relieved. Today was really hectic at work and I’m kind of glad about that, since it reminded me why exactly I decided to leave in the first place. I know I’m not going to miss the job itself, only the wonderful people I had the pleasure to work with. :)

It was pretty painless actually, not nearly as tough as I had imagined beforehand. So my last day there (kind of) will be on Feb 29th. Then I’ll be freeeee! \O/

_{trying to ignore the fact that I agreed to go and work there for four days in April because of certain, hmm, campaign .__.}

I’ve decided to quit my job when my temporary employment contract ends this month (at the end of February), even though I know I could get another contract from that place and a permanent one as well. I made up my mind about this last night and felt so liberated, although I still need to do the hardest part and tell my boss I’m leaving. I just… don’t want to be a part of that company anymore, you’d think things go smoothly and everything’s handled the way it’s supposed to in a huge, multinational corporation like the one I’m working for, but noooo. Far from it and I’m sick of it, I have no interest in working there any longer (two weeks still, wow).

I’ve been talking a lot about taking risks with a couple of people recently and now I’m going to take one and I swear I will not regret it. I know this makes no sense to anyone who doesn’t know me, but yeah. I’m learning not to be so intimidated to take risks and actually do something to change my life for the better. Big words, will be interesting to see how long I’ll stand behind them.

I’m not even going to say how long I’ve been working there (because it really isn’t that long…), but I’m already going insane and lately I’ve been really depressed and mentally exhausted because of my job. Nothing works around there, we’re short on staff every single day and working hours just aren’t enough to do everything that’s supposed to be done. It’s ridiculous, really, but above all stressful and I feel like I’m about to burn out. It’s so absurd, to even think about burning out at this age, but then again, exhaustion isn’t something only “adults” suffer from. Right now this job isn’t making my struggle with various stages of depression and anxiety any easier, so I might indeed be better off without it…?