...that brought you to this place
First off, on the way home someone had their Segway parked outside a McDonald's; just parked there, like it wasn't the coolest thing ever. Sick.
Umm moving on, I've quit my job finally.
Remember the story of Sisyphus? He was the man in Hades (the Greek afterlife) who was doomed to spend all of eternity pushing a boulder up a hill. Every time he neared the top of the mountain the boulder would tumble back down to the bottom, leaving Sisyphus to start the whole process again.
:cycle:repeat:cycle:
This is where I've metaphorically been with my job for a looong time now. I make a reasonable amount of money, and I definitely love my coworkers and tons of my clients to death! But it's not enough anymore. I have so many problems with the general politics of the joint and most importantly my place within it that I wouldn't even know where to begin.
But then I was reminded, or maybe I just remembered?
Every story has only one place to start from.
Whether it's a tired old story, or a shiny new one.
It has to start at the beginning.
So the other night I quit.
I've given my notice for July 23rd. That's something like 3 more working rotations, and signals the end of the pay-period so I leave with a full cheque. I also have some 5 weeks of vacation they have to pay out, and then have a considerable amount of money saved. So I'm not too worried about coasting for a while.
:Breathe:
The most recent events at the labyrinthine political level of my work, have convinced me that it's just plain time to move on career-wise period. I just can't do it anymore, I actually don't really know how I'll last like only another month there. When another of my coworkers heard I quit, it gave him the courage to hand in his resignation on the spot. And then he just said "fuck it" and simply walked out. A different old-timey staff also grew disgusted and recently quit. There are more including my roommate who started right when I did planning on resigning. Or at least resigning if they can't get their needs/quibbles met. I have no demands, I just don't care anymore. We're already brutally understaffed, but they've done it to themselves.
I do have other career options within this field of course. My human services resume is pretty impressive with or without my EMR.
But I just want to float briefly.
:Breathe:
My head hurts. And so does my heart.
Almost 4 years is a long time to invest in anything.
And I remember when my job meant the world to me.
When I was proud of it.
And when I believed I had a future there.
That doesn't mean I'm not optimistic.
Forward motion is good.
...Nothing I can do that I have not done.
No words I can say. No truth left that I can see.
So must I let this end so everything falls apart.
Before I live the life as I have always done...
VNV Nation - Rubicon
Umm moving on, I've quit my job finally.
Remember the story of Sisyphus? He was the man in Hades (the Greek afterlife) who was doomed to spend all of eternity pushing a boulder up a hill. Every time he neared the top of the mountain the boulder would tumble back down to the bottom, leaving Sisyphus to start the whole process again.
:cycle:repeat:cycle:
This is where I've metaphorically been with my job for a looong time now. I make a reasonable amount of money, and I definitely love my coworkers and tons of my clients to death! But it's not enough anymore. I have so many problems with the general politics of the joint and most importantly my place within it that I wouldn't even know where to begin.
But then I was reminded, or maybe I just remembered?
Every story has only one place to start from.
Whether it's a tired old story, or a shiny new one.
It has to start at the beginning.
So the other night I quit.
I've given my notice for July 23rd. That's something like 3 more working rotations, and signals the end of the pay-period so I leave with a full cheque. I also have some 5 weeks of vacation they have to pay out, and then have a considerable amount of money saved. So I'm not too worried about coasting for a while.
:Breathe:
The most recent events at the labyrinthine political level of my work, have convinced me that it's just plain time to move on career-wise period. I just can't do it anymore, I actually don't really know how I'll last like only another month there. When another of my coworkers heard I quit, it gave him the courage to hand in his resignation on the spot. And then he just said "fuck it" and simply walked out. A different old-timey staff also grew disgusted and recently quit. There are more including my roommate who started right when I did planning on resigning. Or at least resigning if they can't get their needs/quibbles met. I have no demands, I just don't care anymore. We're already brutally understaffed, but they've done it to themselves.
I do have other career options within this field of course. My human services resume is pretty impressive with or without my EMR.
But I just want to float briefly.
:Breathe:
My head hurts. And so does my heart.
Almost 4 years is a long time to invest in anything.
And I remember when my job meant the world to me.
When I was proud of it.
And when I believed I had a future there.
That doesn't mean I'm not optimistic.
Forward motion is good.
...Nothing I can do that I have not done.
No words I can say. No truth left that I can see.
So must I let this end so everything falls apart.
Before I live the life as I have always done...
VNV Nation - Rubicon