Resigning
I've resigned from my job. I remember the day I first started crying about my job (Wednesday, February 9), the day I first broached the subject of resigning (Thursday, February 23), the day I wrote and submitted my first resignation letter (Tuesday, March 14), which was later rejected. And I will remember today, when the resignation letter that I submitted for the second time was accepted. Of course, in between all these days were many many days that I spent crying over work. Crying at home on Sunday nights, crying at the breakfast table on weekday mornings, crying in the office toilet on weekday afternoons. The last time I cried this much, I was 19, depressed and suicidal.
So I leave my situation of financial security and head towards the unknown. I pray for a better job for the future, a temporary job in the meantime and peace of mind for now.
Out of my month-long notice period, there are two public holidays and I have eight days of leave to clear. So I have just a little over two more weeks here at work. All that's left for me to do is to finish up my outstanding projects, submit my remaining claims and clear out my desk. I can hardly wait.
No more tears.
So I leave my situation of financial security and head towards the unknown. I pray for a better job for the future, a temporary job in the meantime and peace of mind for now.
Out of my month-long notice period, there are two public holidays and I have eight days of leave to clear. So I have just a little over two more weeks here at work. All that's left for me to do is to finish up my outstanding projects, submit my remaining claims and clear out my desk. I can hardly wait.
No more tears.