September 4, 2012
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my resignation
It’s been an interesting ride with work.
I mean, I started at this company (I won’t name names because I don’t want it being google searched because I know this company does “alerts” when their name is mentioned)Anyway, when I started, it was the middle of the GFC, it was tough. The company I was previously working at went down in adminstration…
and I was eager to get a new job, anywhere, pretty much to safeguard my future (you know, i need the money rolling in as always).My first week on the job was spent in Adelaide training. It was somewhat overwhelming. I hate planes, and here I was catching a Qantas flight and hoping for the best.
On my flight return, I actually bumped into my ex -2 relationships ago(that was very exciting), which was also an eye opener because it was at this moment that I realized that I needed to stop crying over my most recent ex because he was a fat ugly ho- especially considering the ex I had bumped into, i never cried over that relationship.. so it was a very WTF moment indeed.
I remember getting off that flight and being a new woman.And so in less than 6 mths, i got promoted.
and in the 2 years, I saw a LOT of changes, there were constant management changes ONLY because the owner of the business kept hiring new-er people in to “manage the business”, which meant that the old management (who were still employed) being pretty much useless.Then about a year ago, the owner decided to sell his business to a larger company.
Lots of people left, my boss left… only because towards the end, he started acting like a dickhead. But I guess, if someone lops off your salary by 30K, it would make you into a dickhead… except he was a lazy bastard to begin with.. so in truth, he was overly paid.Then I got a new boss.. and as we all know he was and still is an overly sensitive type of guy who was always completely unpredictable.
I never knew when he was joking or when he was going to crack the shits (probably kinda how my partner feels with me sometimes hahahha)..
and seriously…towards the end, i hated going into the office everyday.It just wasnt my boss that was bad. the whole office (they moved us from the inner east to the far south east office) was in a bad shape. the morale was low, everybody hated work, everybody hated the change and even towards the end, even the positive people became negative.
i thought and hoped that my trip to VN would potentially make me feel better and it was probably a figment of my imagination.. but it wasnt. it was as bad as i thought it was before i left, in fact it was a lot worst. Before leaving to go on holidays, we (my partner and i) had decided that if i still hated work as much as i did then, then it was okay to start looking for work and at different options.
and look for different options i did, to date, every job application i have put forward… i have yet to hear a response (damn those bastards)
turns out, i didnt have to look very far. My colleague (who ended up resigning anyway) told me about a job she had went to but turned it down because she felt like she couldnt commit to it, offered me up as her replacement.
Next thing I know, in a matter of week, I went to 3 interviews and got told by the friday that i was successful.I resigned on the monday… except they didnt ask me to leave then. NOooooOOoo… they made me go on a awful trek to Ballarat where I was working dog hours from 6.15am and finishing up at 8pm every night…
I was so glad to be out of Ballarat by Thursday…Fortunately for me, Friday morning meant that it was going to be last. I rocked up to the office..only to be told that senior management have made a decision that they wanted me to go on “garden leave” basically sitting at home until my final day on paper with the organization.
My boss was devastated because he believed that the company was doing the wrong thing by me… wtf?
and that he wanted me to stay until my very last day (21st of September).. thank god they didnt want me to..and so i packed up my things and said goodbye..
Thank GOD!!!
