Shaky Egg

O my brothers.

I quit my job today.

My superviser (supervisor?) was mean to me. He’s been treating others this way for months, but I wanted the paycheck so I hadn’t as yet said anything. Wanted to… but it took a long time to get in just the right headspace. But today… it was on.

Anyone who has worked with me, anyone who knows me in fact, will note that I will bend over backward to help someone out or fulfil a need/expectation if it is communicated respectfully.

When it is communicated as an order, as if I am in the military, and includes spoken doubts about my professionalism… it’s on.

I was torn between trying to work this out in a way that might save my job, and simply getting out of that environment. If I kept my job, retaliation would surely follow and abuses would ramp up.

My husband noted that I should protect myself by quitting and detailing the reasons on my way out the door. Getting fired would be a spot on my record in a way that quitting would not. He was very proud of my resignation letter. It is possible that the Universe sent me there to work in order to help take down the people who are so mean. My letter certainly called attention to some of the same things we’re being sued for, by other staff. I hope it will lend strength to those suits.

Man.

Would you like fries with that?

I shouldn’t joke about that. I am going to stay positive and know that doors will open and things are flowing along for the best as we speak.

I need another drink.