We’ve all been here right? Working all the hours in the world and missing out on socialising because you think with more money you can have better and more nights out, right? Then looking at your payslip and realising all those hours you put in really were not worth it! I don’t want to quit my job, i want a better one! You know the perfect kind where you work less hours for triple the pay… Oh we can dream. I love the people i work with and i love the atmosphere but i absolutely hate all the effort i put in and for what, peanuts? So yeah not so much quitting but finding THE perfect job! Well…
Jun 30, 06:27AM PDT | 0 comments
The Heroic Act behind me, I sat down on my ex-boss’s front steps at one in the morning and cried. In one fell swoop I’ve alienated about four of my closest friends, and neatly foiled the giant axe that has hung over my head for the past eighteen months (yes, I’ve been in this line of work since I was fifteen, and yes, I’m sure I’m heartily warped as a result.)
No bricks, briquettes or briskets were thrown in my direction; in fact, no violent intent was expressed, the ex-boss wished me luck in future endeavors, and one of his cohorts even expressed an earnest desire to exit the field with me.
Being economically independent of someone with the mental stability of a barracuda is enormously freeing, though I must admit I’m not sure what to do with myself now. Become a Jehovah’s Witness? Bait a cop? The possibilities are endless and intoxicating. :)
Jun 25, 09:28AM PDT | 0 comments
Just want to let everyone know…I’m still here. Grateful to have a job but can’t believe I still work…here.
Jun 25, 09:12AM PDT | 0 comments
Two years of working in a hospital recently came to an end for me. I had naively gone to work in a department notorious for its turnover problem. It was not an area you would expect to be stressful, such as the Emergency Room. The job was in Patient Account Services. The constant nasty office politics there really stressed me out, draining me of energy and creativity.
Also, the job was making me sick. I dealt with physical illnesses way too often. My wake-up call occurred when I literally went blind on one side (ocular migraine although I’m not a migraine sufferer) during another stressful day at work. Life is too short, and my health and well-being are more important than some job. Rather than stay and work my way toward a breakdown, I gave two-weeks notice and came home. The stress and tension that had been a daily battle soon left my body, and friends started commenting on how much more relaxed and happy I look.
At first I felt like a failure for leaving, but now I have no regrets over getting out of a toxic environment and no desire to go back. It’s nice to be home where I am experiencing much peace and contentment…:)
Jun 16, 06:25AM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
Annette is in from a long day at work
I am still there. I can’t really complain about it due to I haven’t applied real effort to break free. So I won’t. I think that’s enough said on that.
Jun 14, 06:31PM PDT | 1 cheer | 2 comments
I think the time for really and truly quitting this job is nearing. I’ve been training my protege (a sort of mini-me- but male, eighteen inches taller, a hundred pounds heavier and, unnervingly, even younger than I) and he’s showing real promise. As guilty as I feel about involving him in The Soul-Eating Industry, I have to admit that he’ll probably have an easier time of it than I’ve had.
With the approach of summer and the influx of college kids, the market is flooding, dropping profits for at least a month or two. Meanwhile, I’m working two nights a week at a Chinese place, and once I start picking up hours at the book store, I think I’ll be able to support myself without resorting to The Job.
I’m looking forward to officially quitting with a mixture of fear and relief. Mostly, I’m just eager to see if I can get out from under The Job and stay away.
Who knows? Tune in in July, and we’ll see.
May 28, 07:24PM PDT | 0 comments
So, I don’t dare quit my job because I’m lucky I even have a job. But just because I’m employed doesn’t mean I have to take shit from people who are a “higher rank than me”...please. Get a life. I am so sick of these Damn nitpicking security guards!
I am working on building a savings, but even if I do that it won’t help because I have to save up to move, and file bankruptcy and blah blah blah. I just have a lot to save up for. But who doesn’t? It’s a process…so let the process begin.
May 24, 08:42PM PDT | 0 comments
Today we have an EXCO meeting today and the COO is going to announce that I’m leaving. I’ll tell you what happens!
May 20, 11:45PM PDT | 0 comments
shavasana finally enjoyed a Sunday without panicking about Monday.
A friend said that the final months should be easy – no challenging / high-stakes projects would be assigned my way, just tying up lose ends and so on.
But the interim period from giving notice to actually leaving does have rough patches in the emotional sense – being labelled as quitter / deserter, and not being considered as part of the team anymore. (Maybe for the lucky ones, they can’t bear the thought of leaving a wonderful workplace.)
What other people say is just what they think. It costs them nothing to have opinions. And it shouldn’t cost me anything like lost sleep (but it does a little). I’m still human, and being treated with rudeness kind of sucks, but just have to grit my teeth and hang in there.
Knowing there is a definite end to it all is great – just thinking about life beyond my last day at work, and all that optimism comes flooding back :)
May 20, 06:36AM PDT | 0 comments
well not yet, drafting my resignation letter. I have to mail it to the COO, and HRM
and donno what the response is gonna be, But I have made the choice, it’s gonna be The End.
May 20, 02:30AM PDT | 0 comments