Thursday, April 19, 2007

That's the Last of It.






I’m a bit beat up and bruised. Still a bit scared of my own shadow. But I did it.

There was no safety net, not something to fall back on. There was no cushion.

I went to work today resigned. I really didn’t care. I was beyond caring. I simply woke up at 5:00 am and drank my 2.5 cups of coffee and got dressed and left. The hour and ten-minute drive was uneventful, I however, felt like a man would feel on the way to his own hanging. “What the hell.”

I arrived promptly for the morning teleconference, took the five-minute notes, and shook my head. Another person was resigning, my Email said. Another one bites the dust.

I tackled the MET productivity report, making sure all “I’s” were dotted and all “t’s” were crossed. They are really going to start hammering these Medical Equipment Technicians on their times. Our guys do the best they can do…I hate company buyouts.

With that done, I received the paychecks. Check them off. Get them in the file. Put stamps on the ones that need mailed. Make sure that everyone gets paid, there are five locations. Interruption from a company that wants to know when they are going to get paid.

“What the hell!! I sent those invoices to Corporate a month ago!”

The pressure was building.

I went to the post office to pay mail payroll.

It was a nice morning. I got lost for a while in the sun and the warm breeze.

I am better than this.

I finished up with payroll, filed it in the wicked witch’s office.

I cleaned off my desk, ignoring incoming mail. I made sure that wicked witch’s pay check was on her desk…..Should she ever choose to arrive at work.

I penned a letter of resignation, filled out a time sheet and filled out my own Employee Status Form.

I walked into the second in command office, explained to her that payroll had all been mailed and distributed, the petty cash was $5.00 short, but Eric could explain and that I have had enough. This is my letter of resignation.

She looked at me stunned…”What happened???!!”

“I’m done. I can not take the pressure. I adore you and I really do appreciate my Boss’s professionalism. No one here has made me mad and I’m going to miss them. But I’m outta here.”

“I’ll send you an exit interview via the mail. Here is my home number if you want to talk to me.”

That is the last thing I want to do.

I stepped into the Respiratory Therapists office to say goodbye. They cried. I hugged the women in my office and told them goodbye. One was in shock, the other smiled and yelled, and ‘I’m next!’

I was in my car, trying to leave when I realized that I still had the keys to the office clutched in my fist.

Shit!!!!!!!!!!

I went to the warehouse and as Eric was putting stock away I surprised him. “Give these to Deanna, I can’t go back in there. By the way, I just quit.”

He kept looking at his hand. “Roberta. I’m sorry. Hey..man, I don’t know what to say!”

I drove as fast as I could to get home.

Separations are always difficult. I’m in a better place now financially because I have worked my ass off for the last six months. I’m also smarter and know what I need to do as far as my professional experience.

I’ll never work for a bitch in a hellhole again.

That’s for damn sure.

1 comment:

Minx said...

So proud of you. We may have to earn money but it should never be done under a cloud of unhappiness. The path is clear now....