It was a Friday morning. Two days prior, I had sent a meeting request to my manager asking to have a one-on-one chat. He had replied, “This sounds serious. Should we meet sooner?” I replied back, “It is serious, but it can wait till Friday.”
I didn’t want to be dramatic, but I assumed he knew what was up when I emailed the meeting request. People really can read between the lines. I also didn’t want to quit mid-week. Awkward…
Anyhow, Friday rolled around and as I shut the door behind me, I could already see my manager eyeballing the envelope in my hand which concealed my two weeks notice letter.
For the past few months now, I’d been feeling increasingly unhappy. I was 26 years old working in a cubicle, staring at a computer screen all day. I don’t think its anyone’s dream to become another farmer in a cubicle pasture. Granted, I had a desk with a window view, but is it worth it if you want to jump out that window every day you have to stare out of it?
My time at my job originated with humble beginnings. I was temping as the front desk receptionist. It was purely supposed to be a short-term thing. When the owner of the company found out I had a college degree in Marketing, she created a position for me which was pretty cool at the time. But as time passed, I realized the glitter had faded and I was just another cog in a machine that was leading me astray from my real personal aspirations. Maybe it was the fact that my job title was very vague and didn’t really indicate what I was supposed to be doing therefore I was pigeonholed into doing everything. I was the “Miscellaneous.” It was an amalgamation of Project Manager, Accountant, Contract Administrator, Marketing Coordinator, Receptionist, Trade Show representative, and Community Outreach planner. Is your head spinning? Well, mine was. If I took another call from the conference room that asked me to research the latest on Carbon Trading credits in Europe and then travel to Houston for a Vendor symposium, followed up with how much we were invoicing our latest client, I was going to explode.
So, as I drove home from work one day, and was listening to NPR and the depressing news of our down-spiraling economy, I had an epiphany. “I HAVE TO QUIT.”
Many people have called me crazy for leaving a stable job in this economy with no back up plan or means of income. Luckily I have a good amount in my savings account and I occasionally dabble in eBay. So I do have a plan of some sorts. Do some traveling with my boyfriend who also recently quit (Birds of a feather, what can I say?) and concentrate on my writing. As crazy and idealistic as it sounds, it makes me so happy and content about my future.
So back to that Friday in my boss’s office. I stare him straight in the eye and say, “I’ll give you 20 guesses about why I’m here.”