For those who know me and know the work I do, you know how horrible that job has been for my mental health.
It's kinda weird. Started out decent enough. But now? 5 1/2 years later? We're at a point where the slow descent into madness due to all the good parts of that job being taken away and replaced with abject bullshit has reached a breaking point.
So last Thursday, I had a panic attack. I had a damn panic attack and I put in my two weeks..
It was going to be coming anyway. I mean my Dadfops actually helped craft a letter of resignation as a sort of graduation present for me....but that night, I had at least enough clarity to know "if this job causes me panic attacks, that's enough...I don't want to have a feeling of where I don't know if I'm going to die or that I want to die...and that just be an accepted part of working there.
So I put in my two weeks. And these two weeks have been absolutely incompetence on steroids. No one else doing their job. Manager absent/willfully choosing to not do his job. Shit piling up. I can't even take my normal lunch break without shit breaking....seriously. I haven't had a lunch break except for like twice in a month.
And tomorrow, Sunday...my last Sunday there....I'm already looking at a 100+ ticket queue and I'm the only one working....because willful incompetence.
So when Thursday at 8pm finally hits...and I clock out for the last time. Holy shit that feeling will be goddamn glorious. If I do it at the office, getting that Uber home and realizing I don't ever have to go back. Ever. Again. Ever. I just....that will be a magical feeling.
And maybe, maybe I can heal mentally/emotionally from this place. Maybe I can be a lot less angry now that I don't have this place weighing over me.
And maybe I can get a better job. Been looking at least.
Woof...sorry for the stream of consciousness there.
