I am going to be jobless this Christmas. I have been absent from work for five days now and I do not have any plans of going back. And the fact that it doesn’t hurt a bit is just a confirmation that I did the right thing—even if it was stupid and wrong.
The idea occurred to me so suddenly. I was already walking along the Orchard Road of Eastwood City, puffing a cigarette and enjoying the bright lights and sounds of the night, when I came to a halt and thought about ending it all.
I really loved my job, though. I had a great pay. I liked what I was doing. Only I wasn’t in the right team. I was too tired of trying to get along with our team captain whose words always wound. I know that I should have just done my job without giving her a damn but her mere presence is tormenting, making the weight of my shift difficult to bear.
Sometimes, I was thinking if there’s anything wrong with what I was doing, because that was how she always made me feel, whenever we had a coaching or confrontation. In fact, I tried really hard to please her to the point of getting myself a Service Award,which in the end she just ignored. Since then, I gave up. I let everything accumulate to make my self-termination easier, leaving me no reason to look back. And I got what I want.
I know that I’ve done well with my job and it really pains me to think that I will be wasting five months I have spent with the company. However, I didn’t have a choice. Tomorrow will be the first day of my job hunt. And part of not looking back is not to include my recent company with my resume. I don’t need their name on my work history. I believe that all I will need to find another job is just myself, because I do my homework and I know what I’m doing. And that entitles me for some respect.