- 2nd
- September
- 2011
I’m quitting my job.
In two weeks, I will be full-time employed no more. I won’t even be part-time employed. I will just be unemployed.
After a lot of criticism (mainly from my mother), self doubt, anxiety, and a year of planning, I finally handed in my letter of resignation.
I started out with one boss and ended with two bosses. This company is managed so poorly that instead of hiring an additional person, they just split me between two people. Within the last year they doubled my workload, and I wasn’t even offered a raise or a promotion.
I was extremely nervous when I walked into boss #1’s office. I asked her for a moment of her time and then closed the door. She seemed startled when the door closed and apprehensive. It was strange to me to witness this role reversal. I rehearsed a short speech beforehand and while it was hard to get the words out… before I knew it the performance was over. I’m not sure what I expected from boss #1, but what I got was a display of immaturity and unprofessionalism. She was bewildered by my choice to leave, was condescending and judgmental, and still begged me to stay. It was clear to me she only thought of herself. She never intended to think of me as anything more than her assistant.
I fled from boss #1’s office to spread the news to boss #2. The same apprehension from her face appeared as I closed the door. Except this time boss# 2 was gracious, supportive, and appreciative of my time here. She was excited for me for the reasons why I was leaving. There was no criticism or judgment. She made the situation much easier for both of us, and I left her office feeling good about my time with her.
I was overwhelmed with feelings of disgust from my previous encounter and remorse with my most recent encounter. I had learned a lot from boss #2, and was sad that I would not learn more. If anything, these two encounters confirmed to me what my situation was like here for the past two years. It’s time to leave. I can’t waste another two years hoping things will change. I can’t wait another two years wondering if I will ever be treated as a real designer and not a servant.
Plus, I no longer want to be associated with News Corps.
