Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Time To Move On

How do you know when it's time to move on?

I've always been told that quitting is for failures, for people who give up too easily. Quitting is a sign of weakness, a sign that you just can't hack it, that only the ones who hang in and hang on will find true success.

But in this case, I don't want to repeat a mistake I've already made - hanging in when the situation is obviously not right for me. I stayed at a shit job for eight years because - well, there were a lot of reasons, not least of which was fear. I don't want to do that again. I don't want to be the sucker who sits around and gets the stink end of the stick because I'm too nice to say, "Hey, you. Yeah, you. Fuck you, fuck this, and fuck off."

I genuinely like what I'm doing right now. I even - mostly - like the people I do it with and for. But there are a few people that could quite frankly never appear in my line of vision again and I'd be so okay with it.

I got a phone call this morning about a small thing I apparently did wrong last night, although since I wasn't told not to do that thing I am not exactly clear on how I would have known to avoid it. I don't start work until 2:30 this afternoon. Everyone, including the caller, knows that I am generally asleep at the time the call came in, so... what was the purpose? You had a cranky moment so you thought you would spread the joy? NO.

I don't want to get sucked into the petty. I don't want to get dragged down to that area. I just don't think I'm made for that, and I'm concerned that "blaze of glory" will not be the metaphor used for me when I get fed up and speak out about the way I feel on this.

If I move fast I might be able to work my way into a different job that would last at least a few months. It's a business owned by friends, and I'd be really good at it. I just know that if I do this, I'll be dropping a major bomb in the middle of the current place's plans. They wouldn't even begin to know where to replace me, considering the extremely beneficial (as in part-time volunteer) terms under which they have me.

What would you do?


Grumpy said...

In the words of King Arthur in 'Monty Python and the Holy Grail':


Otherwise, the catapulted bovine is liable to land upon you.
I don't have to have further punches in my card. And you don't need to be punched, either.
After all, life is not based on whether my daughter goes to a place where she loves the chocolate milk shakes.
(steal a couple before you go; there's cash in it for you)

Mizz MC said...

Grumpy, I resolved it. And let's face it, you aren't coming back anyway since I tried to poison you. ;P

As for running, I guess this was the perfect opportunity to... well, to fight fire with fire. I made the caller feel about an inch tall for the whole thing by the time I got there. Text guilt is awesome. :D

Grumpy said...

Okay, I waited until after things were resolved and Wife wasn't Raptured, then read your reply.
Thought at first you had dumped the joint, but then the joy was taken away by a re-read.
So you just made them feel an inch tall? And they've still got you by the folds-betwixt-the-curlies?
Tell me the scumsux are paying you more money and have given you time off, NOT that nothing has changed but you got a few moments' pleasure from secondary screwing.
Because that would suck.
(and the Verification Word below to post the comment is 'BUGBOA'... which, for great gobbledygook, is pretty hard to beat.)

Mizz MC said...

Actually, I do now have more time off. But not as a result of the guilting. :)

Anonymous said...

Sorry I didn't see this sooner but you post infrequently so I look infrequently. I promise to do better.

I hope this works out to your benefit. You get more time off now? Do you want more time off or did they cut your hours back because of the incident?

ps: "folds-betwixt-the-curlies" LOL I GOTS to remember that one.

George in TX