Sep 10, 2006 11:13
I quit my job last night. I sit, this morning, at work, on my last day, not caring if someone walks through the front door. It had gotten so bad that I was not sleeping more than 4 hours a night, waking at 4am and unable to go back to sleep. I ate a tuna fish sandwich yesterday, and nearly couldn't keep it down. I drank water all day, because my stomach was roiling and the thought of a soda made me ill.
I called Erik last night, nearly in tears, and asked him if he'd support my decision to quit. He said he would, and we talked for about an hour, I guess, while one of my employees ran the store for me. She was very supportive, as well, and kept checking on me to make sure I was okay, ask if she could do anything for me, to commiserate, etc. I sent my DM an email, which I copied to *her* boss, the Regional Manager, then I called and left her a voicemail to tell her to check her email, and why.
I put, into that email, all the reasons behind my decision. My lack of Corporate support, my lack of respect from other management, and the harrassment from another manager a month ago that went without so much as a slap on the wrists. The fact that I've been sick for almost 3 months off and on, more sick, more often, than I have been since my divorce. My DM called me last night about an hour after I left.
She called to bitch me out. She called to try to guilt trip me into staying. She called to tell me it wasn't fair of *me* to leave *her* in this position, because it's inventory week and she has to do three inventories now. Well, it's her own fault for not getting new managers into those stores when she was supposed to. I've even already trained my replacement, which is far beyond what any other manager can say in this Distict. I'm handing her a repaired, organized, succeeding store, just 4 months after taking it on in shambles. And she bitched at me.
As if I needed another reason to confirm that I was making the right decision.
Everyone is being so supportive. Even Martin told me that he thinks I've made the right decision, and that means more to me than I think he realizes. Erik's parents told me that *they* support my decision. My parents are supportive. My friends are supportive. Serenla brought over a bottle of wine and plenty of cheese last night, and we had a slumber party... even broke out the air mattress in the livingroom and crashed in there. FUN! :-D
Thing is, I slept better last night than I have in a great while. Of course, that might have to do with the wine I consumed, but not entirely. I got up this morning feeling much better, I didn't feel like I had to dread coming in today, because it's my last day. I don't have to put up with the crap anymore. Sherry (DM) could walk in right now, see me on the computer in the back office instead of out front standing around doing nothing, and I couldn't care less. What's she going to do? Fire me? Let me go even earlier than I expected? Oh, joy!
Anyhow. I may actually be on here much more often. I may not. I may be deluding myself into thinking that this is more than it really was - but I don't think so. My marriage, my relationship with my son, my *life*, was suffering because of the sheer volume of stress from this single aspect of my life. I am already breathing better. I am finally looking forward to tomorrow, again. :-)
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