The Quake

I am a very quiet person unless you know me very well or I am passionate about something. It’s funny because Kaden tells me when I get mad or passionate about something, my southern accent comes out a bit. This past month I think my southern accent has been out more than just a bit. 

I recently read something on Linkedin that quoted ‘people don’t quit bad jobs, people quit bad management’. I have never truly believed that because I have always and will always see the best in people. In December, my direct supervisor(s) began to show me that people quit bad management. Just before Christmas, I began being mistreated, harassed, and bullied. 

I had been at my job for just over a year when all of this began. I love my job. I mean, put my neck out on a limb for my job. I was being paid less than I deserved and then denied a raise at my one year anniversary. This was fine. I could take that. I worked in a field that doesn’t get enough funding but I love the work and the impact it has on others. 

After weeks of feeling disposable and replaceable, I made the difficult decision to resign from my position. The heartbreak that came in writing my resignation letter is unmatched. Not being able to say goodbye to my dudes and having them feel like yet another person abandoned them, broke my big southern heart. 

Regardless, I have determined that despite the relationships you build with coworkers; when given an ultimatum they will always break your back to come out on top. 

Even through a shotty situation, I will continue to look on the bright side. I stood up for myself, that’s something right?