Friday, March 25, 2016
Quit the Job You Hate
Well, Whackadoodle-doo, y'all! I did it. I finally quit the stinking job that was making me doubt my own awesomeness. Hell, it made me doubt there was any awesomeness left in the whole wide world. When I tell you it was soul-sucking, I am talking on a Dyson level.
I liked the process of what I did (mostly). I liked the actual place; and I made some really, truly, super-awesome great friends. Those are the things that kept me there far longer than was good for my mental, emotional, and physical health. I am sad to be leaving them. I know my friends will always be my friends and I can go and visit the place any time I want, without becoming entangled in the crap that finally flipped my switch.
I may have mentioned the...well.....not sure exactly what to call this manager. We have lots of nicknames for her, but they would only be relevant if you had the great misfortune of knowing her personally. Can you picture a dark, swirling, ANGRY vortex of crushing negative energy? Now, cram that inside a short, squat, human body; really stuff it down in there nice and tight so it is trying to explode constantly. (Kinda like the Tasmanian Devil on that cartoon. Seriously, some days there was actual snarling.) Now you got a pretty good idea of what I'm talking about. I wish I was kidding y'all.
Seven and a half years I dealt with this narcissistic, belittling, bullying, micromanaging mess. Can I just tell ya, I am SO grateful I found a way out. Want to throw a lifeline to my BFFL; hope she finds a way out soon!
I just wanted to tell y'all the good news. Not sure where the road is heading from here, but I am glad to say that within a week, I'll be looking at that sh*t in the rearview. Hopefully, now I will have time to talk to y'all again. Till next time, Whackadoodle-doo, y'all!