Jan 15, 2011 14:18
I signed all the paperwork for SeaWorld. I took the drug test in which they cut about 100 of my hairs from my head. I haven't heard anything and I suppose no news is good news. I was told they might not even call about my Adderall if it's clear there's been a steady amount in my system for a long time. I was also approved for an apartment that's only 3 minutes from the gates of the park. So, that's all awesome.
But.
BUT
I have to officially resign from my job today and I am FUCKING. TERRIFIED. I've actually never had to do this before. Ever. I've always just moved away and the people knew I was leaving from the start. Or, it was an internship with a fixed end date. Or, it was just that I left to go back to school and didn't return to the job the following summer.
I've never had to type the letter, ask to "speak to so-and-so for a moment", drop the bomb, see their panicking faces, take the guilt trips, and walk out of there. Then, there's going to be the defensive backlash from them most likely. Convincing themselves they hate me or they don't need me. It's almost like a break up. They'll bad-mouth me. Even the ones that like me will bring up any tiny thing I ever did to convince themselves my departure is no loss. Randy will take this opportunity to park his fat ass on top of everything I've accomplished and claim it as his own.
I am not looking forward to this.
two weeks notice