I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Today I quit my job. After giving my two weeks notice, I began to feel both the chill of the "silent treatment" and the burning resentment for the circumstances that led to my resignation. After a conversation with the HR department, my supervisor and my wife, I made my premature getaway.
For ten months I worked as a corporate audio-visual technician covering a four state region in the southeast. Frequent travel was a requirement that I thought I could handle. I was wrong. As the dates added up and my down time decreased, it became more difficult to leave home.
During my tenure, I witnessed most of our team move on to other departments. As I later learned, they sought less travel, better pay and increased opportunities for advancement. They were certainly missed. The working relationship with their replacements paled in comparison. Soon after, my supervisor aligned herself with the newbies and I felt alienated.
This year's scheduled eclipsed my wedding anniversary and nearly filled the month of August. Seeing this, I knew the end was near. Returning from an out of state event, I was given a new assignment with virtually no notice. Confusion and poor planning had left me in a nearly impossible situation. Critical mass had been reached.
At first my resignation was discouraged. The department assistant manager encouraged me to take some time to reconsider. He suggested that I compile a list of my grievances and share them with my supervisor. I did. It was fruitless. My resignation was welcomed by her. She had already begun to replace me.
After my supervisor had collected my cell phone, computer and keys, I left without saying good-byes. There were people at "the farm" that I will surely miss, but I didn't want to break down. I get too teary too easily. I can only hope that they'll understand, the ones who really cared. I think they will.
For ten months I worked as a corporate audio-visual technician covering a four state region in the southeast. Frequent travel was a requirement that I thought I could handle. I was wrong. As the dates added up and my down time decreased, it became more difficult to leave home.
During my tenure, I witnessed most of our team move on to other departments. As I later learned, they sought less travel, better pay and increased opportunities for advancement. They were certainly missed. The working relationship with their replacements paled in comparison. Soon after, my supervisor aligned herself with the newbies and I felt alienated.
This year's scheduled eclipsed my wedding anniversary and nearly filled the month of August. Seeing this, I knew the end was near. Returning from an out of state event, I was given a new assignment with virtually no notice. Confusion and poor planning had left me in a nearly impossible situation. Critical mass had been reached.
At first my resignation was discouraged. The department assistant manager encouraged me to take some time to reconsider. He suggested that I compile a list of my grievances and share them with my supervisor. I did. It was fruitless. My resignation was welcomed by her. She had already begun to replace me.
After my supervisor had collected my cell phone, computer and keys, I left without saying good-byes. There were people at "the farm" that I will surely miss, but I didn't want to break down. I get too teary too easily. I can only hope that they'll understand, the ones who really cared. I think they will.
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