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One year ago this week, I woke up a nervous wreck. I was filled with both excitement and anxiety as I got ready for work. As I drove into town, I rehearsed in my head what I was going to say. I kept wanting to pinch myself. Is this really happening? Am I really going to do this? I walked into work where my department was isolated from the rest of the company. We had just moved our offices into a brand new training center that the company had built. It was very quiet, almost lifeless. The head boss had a big glass office up front so he could watch our every move. No room for slacking off or even chatting with one another.
I waited for my supervisor to settle into his desk next to mine then asked for a private meeting. The one I’ve been waiting two years to do. I handed him my letter of resignation. I told him I was quitting so I could move back to Pittsburgh, which was partially true. I didn’t tell him how miserable I was working there. How I never felt like I belonged during the four years I’ve worked there with coworkers constantly questioning my life choices of being a single, childless woman living on her own without mommy and daddy around. How I lost my motivation after realizing there really was no career growth for me. I don’t think my supervisor was surprised as my feelings of discontent leading up to that moment didn’t go unnoticed. One meeting down, one more to go with the head boss. After accepting my resignation, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief then ran off to tell the only few friends I had at the company my big news.And then I got kicked out. Normally when you resign, you would finish out two weeks to tie up loose ends and transfer current work until the company could fill your spot.
Except that same day one hour before quitting time, the head boss told me there was no point in coming back, so that was my last day. Actually, he told me I could leave right that minute, but I still had to say good bye. Still needed to clean out my desk. I left that day barely saying good bye to anyone. There was one guy on vacation who didn’t even know I quit until he asked about me. Nobody threw me a good bye party or even took me out for one last lunch to thank me for my four years. It was like I was never there. I found out later that they got rid of my position altogether and donated all of the video equipment to a nearby school.
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