If I told you I’m resigning from my job on Tuesday?
I can’t deal with the constant INSANE pressure cooker anymore, and my health is taking a hit, but I will be throwing away the biggest salary I’ve ever made.
And what if there are no more jobs out there that are a fit?
I’m so freaking scared.
I need to tell you about the ridiculous business trip I took with Chief Cutie last week. It was laughable and stupid, but the experience was…well, it was kind of story-worthy.
I also need to tell you about how Chief Cutie freaking called me out in front of the whole company about some stupid direction I gave that she didn’t like. It was humiliating and I nearly came back to her and QUIT on the spot, but thought better of it.
I wanted to let her know that my resignation is carefully considered and thought out.
She’s probably going to ask me for something like a 2-month notice or something. I have 3 1/2 weeks notice on my letter right now. I know I’ll be leaving her in a bind, so I want to be fair, but FUCK. I need OUT.
There are not a lot of jobs for what I do here in [my new city], but I guess I’m going to have faith that I will land somewhere a million, trillion times better.
I miss you,
GS
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