I'm quitting.
Nothing has ever felt so good.
Oh. Dear. God. I am so happy to be quitting.
I'm quitting my job and this is possibly the best thing I've ever done in my entire life. Doesn't matter that I won't get a regular paycheque, doesn't matter that it'll be a little lean around here for a while, none of it matters. I got lots to fall back on, and have a huge amount of respect for all of my fallback options. The only reason I ever walked away from the fallbacks was to pursue something new, and I made a point to never burn bridges. Thankfully, all my previous employers have been incredibly supportive, and all supported my decisions to go forward, knowing full well that I would be back at some point. I don't like to string people along if I'm not serious, so... I haven't been. But it's time to cash in. It's seriously time.
When I walked in this morning, my boss immediately jumped into a list of things I'd done wrong the day before and reprimanded me for not knowing the details of laminated glass - I've been here for 7 months, and we don't even work with laminated glass, so how the hell am I supposed to know? I asked him about it yesterday, sent his answer on to the people who were asking, and then got in trouble for having not properly asked or answered the question. I stated word-for-word what the question had been, and replied word-for-word the answer, and still this is my fault? Clearly I don't belong here.
This workplace is insanely abusive, I would recommend to everyone to just get out now if you're feeling like I do. If you're feel beaten down, stupid, pathetic, and like you have no marketable skills, get out. Get out right now. You need to, trust me.
I have written my formal letter of resignation and have it ready to send on Friday. I am done, soooooooooo done. I told my roommate, and I know we'll have to figure out how we'll pay for things, but hey, we'll work it out. It's not scary anymore. Just... I've had enough. So much enough! And I have so much to live for too - it's not worth staying here and being miserable. Not even a little tiny bit. I hate everything about this place and I'm going to be less able to work later when I'm exhausted and depressed. Not worth it. Not at all.
I think someone hsould make a drinking game out of the number of time I've said how not worth it this is. you'd be plastered already.
Another thing - my boss is really sexist. He only bullies me and my female co-worker, but no one else. This is an unsupporting environment, not to mention it's quite unsafe. There are sharp things everywhere, stuff falls costantly, and there's no space to move anything. One call to WSIB and this place would be shut right down, which honestly it could really use. It would save us... like... a lot.
My mom, who is adorable and always looking out for us, called WSIB to report the safety concerns. She sent me the number to call to report unsafe work environments and I'm reeeeeally tempted to do so.
The installs are never safe, and are often done on scaffolding that is improperly constructed, waving side to side. There's stuff absolutely everywhere here, we can't safely move things around and we would all be crushed if there was ever an earthquake. The stairs are falling apart and are scary to walk on, and we have to navigate round low-hanging lights to get our ladders up high enough to get more supplies. Just the worst kind of environment you've ever seen.
Think I should call?
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