So I quit my job the other day. One of the scariest but most liberating experiences of my life! I went in to give three weeks notice, but things went sour quickly. They started attacking me personally, saying I did a horrible job and that they were tolerating my performance because of my Ironman training. Long story short, I drafted up a letter saying that I thought it was incredibly hurtful and unprofessional how things were handled and I didn't feel that it would be productive in any way for me to come back. Besides, if I was doing such a horrible job, why did they promote me to sales manager after being there for four months? Why was I the first guy to get email and internet access from the sales position, which I find absolutely absurd?
I got the hell out of there! Went to the beach, enjoyed myself, relaxed. Went and got drinks to celebrate as well! This was crazy. I was uneasy about it, but felt good that I got out of the deadend job. My life is like a freakin country song! After all, I was lucky that a mentor told me to have everything finalized with Competitor before going in that day. Glad I did! The more I think back on my time there, the more I see that they aren't good people to work with. They're arrogant and spiteful. I'm glad to be associating with much more sound people these days.
Now, two months later as I think back on that day, I can't believe I stuck around for that long. It feels so good to be treated as an adult again. I'm moving into my place soon, have been working my butt off, and am working with Jose to start up our own business.
Can't ask for more. I feel pretty damn happy most of the time, something I didn't have not too long ago. The rest of the time, I feel tired and tired of being poor. I think great opportunities are on the horizon though.
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