I thought that handing in my resignation letter would be the hardest part about leaving my job.
But I was wrong. Oh so wrong.
The absolute worst part of quitting is that, for the next three weeks, I will have to endure looks from the people who like me. Normally they would just look at me and smile, but by indicating a small amount of delight--yea, even a hint of glee--that my days here are numbered, I have betrayed them.
At least, that is the feeling I get from them when they gave me the look. You know the one--the "You killed my puppy" look. The deep sadness mingling with absolute betrayal that makes the look-ee feel like their insides should rot and they should just disintegrate on the spot.
Some of these people who like me--well, to be frank, I never got as attached. But some of them. Well, getting that look from them makes me want to hide under my desk for the next three weeks.
See? Toldja there'd be "You killed my puppy" looks.
ReplyDelete(Okay, okay, okay, I admit it: I cheated. You caught me.)
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ReplyDeleteI'm glad you're quitting. But where are you going?
Somewhere closer to the apartment. Hopefully working part-time up at the school since that would be handy and convenient, or else doing part-time writing work downtown.
ReplyDeleteMy fingers are crossed. I've been applying. But I'm financially secure enough I don't absolutely need a new job until school starts in August.