May 29, 2013 was my decisive day, actually the morning half of the day. I was working the front counter, which is my nemesis anyway as far as most-hated-job-in-office. And it was a non-stop 4 hours, a never-ending line of folks, with more than a few acrimonious moments with more than a few clients. Leaving for lunch(which ended up being 20 minutes late, a nice stress-cherry on top of my frazzle sundae)I said to a co-worker, "I'm gettin' outa here."
Well, no, not right that minute. Came back from lunch, finished out the day, went home and thought about the kind of day I'd had, and then came back to work the next morning and put in my notice. May 30, 2013 was Decision Day.
It's nice to give 30 days notice if you can, best also to work until the end of the given month. So June 28th was set to be my last day, and got moved up to the 26th due to personal days that have to be used or lost. Three more working days.
There are times in life where the best thing you can do is weather the situation. Tough it out. And there are other times where you need to know when you're licked. I figured on that day-of-special-stress that it wasn't going to get any better. My "adversary"(in this case, mainly the front counter)was just going to get bigger and badder, so the best thing for me to do is just walk away from the fight.
So this is how it ends. 14 months earlier than I'd hoped, but it's time to jump from this sinking ship. I did bring my life preserver with me, so I should be okay.
Actually, I think I'll be better than okay. But I've gotta get there first. Three more days.
