Take This Job And Shove It!
Well, I quit my job today. I've been having problems with my office manager bullying me for the past year and a half. We've been in meetings with my boss (who is in Atl) three times now, and things just aren't changing. They don't think I'm being harrassed about my job performance, and I do. I've been nit-picked to death about all kinds of stupid shit, like where I put the envelopes when I put away the office supplies. No matter what I do I can't seem to make my office manager happy. When the old OM was there, she was so cool, and I got great performance reviews. Since the other OM has been in charge, I got a bad review, no raise, and put on probation for my attendance. When I got sick three times this year already and missed 7 days total, I was put on final warning. So for the last month and a half I've gone into work every day wondering if it would be my last. My diabetes has not been great, my blood sugars have been high, I've been taking xanax almost every day at work just to get through it, and I've been smoking like a fucking fiend. Well, I signed up with a temp agency, took all the tests, and today I had the interview with them, on my lunch hour. They have a position at a law firm and I go for an interview on Monday. It sounds perfect, just a little bit less per hour than what I was making, and even though its a longer bus trip, I won't have to put up with the bitch at work anymore.
So after I got back from lunch, I knew I was going to quit. I didn't say a word to anyone, and at about five minutes before five, I drafted a quick resignation letter, sent it to the three people that needed to know, shut down my computer, and walked out the door. I could feel the pent up tension leaving my body in waves on the way home. I'm a little bit scared, but this feels like the right decision for me. What really sucks is that I've been at my job for almost 4 years, and this bitch had to make it unbearable for me. But I've been getting my things in order, making sure my job duties were documented, and checking out other employment, so I think I'll be okay. And I'm going to spend the weekend watching tv and taking good care of myself and cuddling with my kitties. Life will be good.
So after I got back from lunch, I knew I was going to quit. I didn't say a word to anyone, and at about five minutes before five, I drafted a quick resignation letter, sent it to the three people that needed to know, shut down my computer, and walked out the door. I could feel the pent up tension leaving my body in waves on the way home. I'm a little bit scared, but this feels like the right decision for me. What really sucks is that I've been at my job for almost 4 years, and this bitch had to make it unbearable for me. But I've been getting my things in order, making sure my job duties were documented, and checking out other employment, so I think I'll be okay. And I'm going to spend the weekend watching tv and taking good care of myself and cuddling with my kitties. Life will be good.