xxxiii. people really suck.
So I quit my job today with the knowledge that you're supposed to put in a two-weeks notice before saying, "Oh, I'm finished with you, goodbye".
But I couldn't possibly stay another two weeks because everyone there (save the receptionists and the one guy in my training class) was sickeningly maddening. These people are driven all their lives to do great in sales -- good for them. I don't do well in sales. I know that I can study some art form even with a sales background, but the fact that they had restrictions and were so hell-bent on certain regulations pissed me off.
I don't want to have to do a job that claims it's so laid back and flexible that has me wearing a business suit all day. Yeah, yeah, later in my lifetime I'll probably have to wear business suits but that's later. Now is a completely different story.
And seriously, that wasn't the only reason but I hate having to punish myself by choking my individuality so I can be like them -- all perfect and happy, and fuck, it really makes me gag.
What pissed the heck out of me in the follow-up was the conversation I had with the person I thought was excessively nice and it made me realise something: had I stayed in-person to talk to her why I wanted to resign, she wouldn't have let me go.
Basically, she called and said she got the knife set back and the notification that I no longer wanted to be a part of Vector. Then, she asked why. Fine. No big deal. I told her that I wouldn't be able to commit to the job, and she put me in such a positiion where I had to explain more and in my head I was like, what the hell do you want from me? Man, if that wasn't straightforward enough, I don't know what is. So then there was this one awkward silence, which sounded like I was pulling stupid reasons out of my ass (which I was), and then I made up all this bullshit.
Then, she tried to encourage me by re-informing me that I had actually sold something. I told her they cancelled their purchases. She asked why. Oh my god, do you need a reason for everything? For someone who's really nice, she was excessively persistent. And then she pulled the guilt-trip card and said that I wasn't the type to just quit without notice, etc. By the end of the savage inquisition, she sounded upset because in essence, I was the first person who did that and I probably tainted their image somewhat.
God, you'd think that a manager would fire someone on the spot for doing the same thing that I did. Which I wanted!
The last thing she said to me was that I shouldn't do this to managers and that I'm usually supposed to give them two-weeks notice, and that I shouldn't do that with my future managers.
Well, duh.
Thanks, Ashley. Bye bye.
BITE ME!
But I couldn't possibly stay another two weeks because everyone there (save the receptionists and the one guy in my training class) was sickeningly maddening. These people are driven all their lives to do great in sales -- good for them. I don't do well in sales. I know that I can study some art form even with a sales background, but the fact that they had restrictions and were so hell-bent on certain regulations pissed me off.
I don't want to have to do a job that claims it's so laid back and flexible that has me wearing a business suit all day. Yeah, yeah, later in my lifetime I'll probably have to wear business suits but that's later. Now is a completely different story.
And seriously, that wasn't the only reason but I hate having to punish myself by choking my individuality so I can be like them -- all perfect and happy, and fuck, it really makes me gag.
What pissed the heck out of me in the follow-up was the conversation I had with the person I thought was excessively nice and it made me realise something: had I stayed in-person to talk to her why I wanted to resign, she wouldn't have let me go.
Basically, she called and said she got the knife set back and the notification that I no longer wanted to be a part of Vector. Then, she asked why. Fine. No big deal. I told her that I wouldn't be able to commit to the job, and she put me in such a positiion where I had to explain more and in my head I was like, what the hell do you want from me? Man, if that wasn't straightforward enough, I don't know what is. So then there was this one awkward silence, which sounded like I was pulling stupid reasons out of my ass (which I was), and then I made up all this bullshit.
Then, she tried to encourage me by re-informing me that I had actually sold something. I told her they cancelled their purchases. She asked why. Oh my god, do you need a reason for everything? For someone who's really nice, she was excessively persistent. And then she pulled the guilt-trip card and said that I wasn't the type to just quit without notice, etc. By the end of the savage inquisition, she sounded upset because in essence, I was the first person who did that and I probably tainted their image somewhat.
God, you'd think that a manager would fire someone on the spot for doing the same thing that I did. Which I wanted!
The last thing she said to me was that I shouldn't do this to managers and that I'm usually supposed to give them two-weeks notice, and that I shouldn't do that with my future managers.
Well, duh.
Thanks, Ashley. Bye bye.
BITE ME!