res·ig·na·tion
n.
1. Unresisting acceptance of something as inescapable; submission.
All that rolling. I resigned from my job. Unexpectedly and without much preparation, I resigned and that was that. It was something that I needed to cross of my list of things to do before I go insane. I'd never quit a job before. Well, I'd left jobs to go travelling or to university or to another job that seemed better at the time, but I'd never quit because I just couldn't stand it any more.
It was one of the most brutal things I've ever done.
After five and half years, I am leaving a job I love. The reasons are many and varied, but have everything to do with the way that people are managed in a large corporation. The things that egos will do to get ahead and the type of shenannygoating that goes on and is acceptable. It's not for me. It was never for me, but I loved it regardless.
I honestly can't understand that and frankly don't want to.
I'm terrified to soon be untethered from my career. A lot of my sense of me is tied up in that lot and I'm uncertain and bewildered to be almost free. Regardless, I can see the light and it's bright and brilliant.
Have you ever quit?
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