I quit my job todaaay
I was going to make a little song to the tune of the clip I just posted but I couldn't come up with anything that wasn't painfully unfunny, like famous songs with the words rewritten to vaguely reflect the shared experiences of a small group of people, say a handful of coworkers rewriting Purple Haze to be about their craaaazy Christmas party. I'm sorry you all had to know that.
Hey I did it! I gave notice at the symphony. The next two weeks may be awkward, but they upped my hours so my guilt hungry conscience can feel like I'm atoning somehow. It was a good enough job to stay at for a while, and that's all I got really. No that isn't quite right, I have more. I learned a lot about phone work, I learned how to use some aspects of Theater Manager, which may come in handy if I'm ever working at another box office. I learned some bits and pieces about office work, mostly that the wrong kind of office environment can really sap your enthusiasm if you let it, which I did. My first supervisor was kind of a dick, but I learned that he had built a job that only he could do, and so he was constantly overworked and in no mood to be jovial. Then he quit and my next supervisor was overworked but without the years of experience to lean back on, and so despite being a nice person and hard worker, she was always unhappy. Then she got pregnant, so she was unhappy and exhausted. She should have quit first. Guilt guilt guilt.
My boss is nice, she couldn't give me full time hours but she was pragmatic in her explanations. She was always constructive and amiable. She doesn't deserve the extra work, but I can't take responsibility for that either. Well, I can I guess, but if I let it go to far I might end up not quitting. Pretty much everyone was okay to work with. I guess the problem is that no one wanted to be there and was unhappy and overworked most of the time. Any one on one conversation lasting longer than three minutes could unearth a wealth of barely hidden resentments regarding this policy or that coworker. One senior staff member could leave the room, and seconds later someone would snap "Ugh that HARPY". Not exactly a hostile work environment, more like a seething one. Who knows if anything was said about me, I don't care all that much, unless they said I was incompetent. That would sting, I suppose. But if I were a harpy, well that's just a distinction. It takes character to be a harpy.
Hey I did it! I gave notice at the symphony. The next two weeks may be awkward, but they upped my hours so my guilt hungry conscience can feel like I'm atoning somehow. It was a good enough job to stay at for a while, and that's all I got really. No that isn't quite right, I have more. I learned a lot about phone work, I learned how to use some aspects of Theater Manager, which may come in handy if I'm ever working at another box office. I learned some bits and pieces about office work, mostly that the wrong kind of office environment can really sap your enthusiasm if you let it, which I did. My first supervisor was kind of a dick, but I learned that he had built a job that only he could do, and so he was constantly overworked and in no mood to be jovial. Then he quit and my next supervisor was overworked but without the years of experience to lean back on, and so despite being a nice person and hard worker, she was always unhappy. Then she got pregnant, so she was unhappy and exhausted. She should have quit first. Guilt guilt guilt.
My boss is nice, she couldn't give me full time hours but she was pragmatic in her explanations. She was always constructive and amiable. She doesn't deserve the extra work, but I can't take responsibility for that either. Well, I can I guess, but if I let it go to far I might end up not quitting. Pretty much everyone was okay to work with. I guess the problem is that no one wanted to be there and was unhappy and overworked most of the time. Any one on one conversation lasting longer than three minutes could unearth a wealth of barely hidden resentments regarding this policy or that coworker. One senior staff member could leave the room, and seconds later someone would snap "Ugh that HARPY". Not exactly a hostile work environment, more like a seething one. Who knows if anything was said about me, I don't care all that much, unless they said I was incompetent. That would sting, I suppose. But if I were a harpy, well that's just a distinction. It takes character to be a harpy.