The one that should never, ever be pushed? The one attached to the Nuclear Option, and all the pyrotechnics?
I pushed it.
I went to my shitty day job the other day. Saw the mess. Turned around, and walked back out. Okay. So, maybe I took one of the managers on the “Why I’m Leaving” Tour before I left.
The thing is… I’m at the point where things have to get better. They just have to. There isn’t another option. I’m not in love with my job. I never have been. It’s something to pay the bills and let me work on my own projects.
But more and more, it’s becoming the primary stressor in my life. It’s certainly the most stressful job I’ve ever had. (And BTW, I used to teach. In a prison.)
There is absolutely no reason that this job–it’s basically nothing–should be like that. I come in; I do the job; I leave. Return to step one.
I was off for a couple of days, and that middle step? Well, it got left out. Not for the first time, and not in any kind of an excusable way. Not in a way that I can fix.
And by someone who’s paid more because she’s supposed to be able to do all the jobs in the area. As it turns out… she can’t do any. I’m not the only person who’s had this experience.
So, by the end of the day, my closest friend at work had phone calls. Which mostly seem to be co-workers cheering me on. Because–same experience. And from the sound of things… most of the fallout is being blown away from me.
Things have to get better. And right now, I don’t even care how they get better.