I quit my job. Packed up my desk, signed some papers, handed over my responsibilities, and walked out the door. In truth, I signed the papers on Tuesday, but everything else happened today. In all the chaos of the handing over, the teaching of processes, the boozy lunch with my boss's boss, and the hastily thrown together card and voucher from my apparent 'team', I didn't really have time to process that it was my last day.
I still don't feel like I've left.
I feel really weird.
Now, I have no job. I have no plan.
My job was toxic to me, not the job exactly, more the team dynamic. Every day there saw me more and more frustrated, anxious, and disappointed that this is what my life had come to - stagnant, devoid of meaning. People there don't behave the way I believe to be appropriate in a workplace. The people who are meant to keep that behaviour in check participate in the behaviour, instead of acting upon it. I spent a lot of time trying to make them change before I realised that I'm the one that needs to change.
I needed to get out, find something new and fresh and exciting. Be positive when I wake up in the morning instead of groaning and not wanting to get out of bed. Take pride in myself and my work.
Now I just need to find that place.
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