With a tear in my eye and a smile on my lips
... I have just written a letter of resignation to G and U. It's time to move on; I have no idea where to go or what to do, but I shall go mad and/or kill them and/or destroy our friendship if I remain there.
I don't know whether to cry or laugh about this. I am very glad to leave the poisonous atmosphere of the office; on the other hand I will miss them (I can still see them as basically nice people and wish to leave before that too sours) and I will definitely miss the money.
And that's all I have to say about that.
[Updated: it's exactly a year since this post! Isn't that amazing.]
I shall now swallow two more aspirins, rub some Tiger Balm into my forehead, and go for a long walk. I woke with a headache which is getting worse. Bah.
[Updated again, 23:11] I am very curious and a tiny bit anxious how G and U will react tomorrow when they read the letter. It's odd that after thirteen years of working together almost daily, I am unsure of what to expect. Actually it's a false, Heisenbergian, uncertainty: I know that the reaction will be either pained surprise or furious rage—depending on whether G (hurt) or U (rage) opens the mail.
Dear me, I nearly forgot to post the Friday Favourite, which comes from this album.
posted by Udge @ 09:53
11 Comments:
Good for you!! Early spring is a great time for new directions.
Did you send the letter? Even if you did, if G and U succeed in convincing you to stay, you might not leave after all.
Hope you'll feel better after the walk.
May: yes, I did post it too. And the address was correct and the envelope was properly stamped. It had to be written, if I'd tried to tell them face-to-face, I would have stayed on another number of miserable years.
Jean: thanks. I shall be watching my own future career with great interest.
You did the right thing.
A partner or a friend (or Mom) should take care of you in this phase of transition.
I was listening to the song "You've come a long way, baby" (I call it "praise you") by Fatboy Slim when I read this post. I gasped out loud and praised you for having survived through the hard times and the good! And then I cried.
Because life is weird I came upon a note with your phone number on it two minutes earlier (yes, it's true - I don't have my brother's 15 digit phone number memorized) and I had to stop myself from calling you right now and waking you up.
and then the song "Imagine" came on...
Congratulations, and great encouragement. Tis the season for change and upset.
I am so glad that you sister is there for you. She seems to be a sweet, caring girl.
How are you today?
Oh, good luck! I can't wait to hear what happens next for you. :-)
Thanks for all the encouragement, I appreciate it very much. It's a very sensitive time: this is like dissolving a marriage, we've worked together and taken holidays together for thirteen years. I want to find an outcome where we can remain friends without remaining in this working relationship which has become deeply psychotic.
Sis, a special thanks to you for introducing me to Fatboy Slim who had somehow stayed below my radar. Great song! it's already on my iPod.
Oh, good luck Udge! I've never looked back on similar decisions in my own life - something good will come next. Take good acre of yourself in the transition time.
Udge, For some strange reason this post and subsequent ones until yesterday slipped off my RSS feed, so I had no idea such a drastic event was taking place. It seems you managed to get through it without my intervention. Congratulations!
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