Yes I finally resigned. It’d been on my mind for a couple months before I finally decided, more accurately, had the guts to submit my resignation. It’s my first long-term job and I really liked it for a while. Resigning was a tough decision, but I’m glad I did and everyday I thank myself more for doing it. Looking back, I wasn’t happy in the past six months, felt so stressed and defeated; I don’t even know how I made it through and why I held on to it.
This is to record my lesson from this past few months, and also to show you that if you are having similar experiences or feelings at work, maybe it’s time to go.
- I am not happy.
When someone tells you, “no one is happy at work. Do you job and suck it up.” It is FALSE. That person is only trying to make you as sad as they are. Work takes up at least one-third of your time a day, how can you stand the unhappiness, the depression, the frustration for that long on a daily basis? If you’re unhappy, something is wrong. - I try to be what they want me to be and it does not work.
So cliche but so true. When my supervisor told me that nobody liked working with me, I put really deep thoughts into it. I got defensive at first because I thought that was non-sense; then I got scared, I tried to compromise and please everyone. Now I’m not saying you shouldn’t compromise at all, sometimes you do need to put yourself down a bit and cope with people around you. But being someone that is not yourself is not the move. You will never ever make everyone happy, especially when they are unhappy to begin with. - I doubt myself.
I was constantly being told that I was not capable enough, that all I did was shit. I was a senior executive but failed to even qualify as an assistant. I was so destroyed that I lost all the confidence and panicked over the tiniest things. I believed that I sucked. But seriously, why would I trust someone that’s so mean to me, that wanted nothing but destroy me, over myself? Please don’t do this to yourself. Believe yourself within reasons, and you’ll be queen. - I lose focus. I am surviving, not living.
Everything we do it life, there’s a purpose. We work to make a living but there’s more than just “work” and “living”. It started to kill me physically and psychologically because I had no time for myself, for anyone or anything. My mind was all packed with work, with doubt, with wonder, with everything that did me no good. I knew I needed time off to figure things out, figure MYSELF out.
There are a lot of people I need to thank in the past 1.5 years. Every time I felt like dying inside, there were always little angels or encouragements of some sort that came up and kept me going. However, the person I want to thank most is myself. Thank you for being tough, thank you for holding on and trying so hard to make things work, thank you for giving yourself a chance and being brave enough to make changes, and good job on finding what you don’t like because that’s the first step of figuring yourself out.
If you have done your best and have no regret or guilt, and people still do not appreciate you, you need to be the first one to give yourself credits, then move on. You deserve better in life. It’s like a relationship, you love him, he loves you, then shit happens, but you stay because you think it’ll get better, it doesn’t. It’s hard to let go because you’re used to the usual practice and the comfort zone, even though it gives you no comfort, you still want to hang on. The world is so big, you have to look further in order to go further. I cannot wait till my last day at this job, not because I hate it (I don’t, I love the job itself,) but the freedom, relief and the chance to see the world.
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