13 January 2000 ... Leaving the Job
Well. It's been a day. A week actually, but today was the culmination.
Today I faced up to my boss and told him I was leaving. That was the
scariest thing I have done in a long while. And actually that was the first
time I have actually had to put in a notice. Always before, I've had
better communication with my bosses and I let them know how long I would
be working there when I was hired. In other words, I told them it was a
summer job, or I was working weekends until I graduated. This was my
first real job.
Anyway. It was really scary to go into his office and say
"I'm leaving." I mean, what exactly do you say after that?? um. Well,
I got through it, even if I stumbled over all my silly words. :)
But, kind of like the suicidal who has made that final decision and is
suddenly more happy with life and more at peace... I decided today that I
really do love my
now that I am leaving it.
I think, My Gods, I get to help animals everyday.
I get to work with some pretty
incredible people. The work is engaging and interesting and sometimes
something happens there that is absolutely fantastic.
And I get to take care of animals in my own special way.
I hate to give my job up, even
tho I have had plenty of reasons to shout "Take this job and shove it!"
The low pay, the ever increasing scars on my hands and arms, the bad
gossip about co-workers, very often the lack of appreciation, etc, etc.
Not to mention the emotional aspects of working in a vet clinic.
It is time to move on before my burn-out turns explosive.
So. The decision has been made and it has been made final. In two weeks
I will be jobless. And probably happier.