It’s official.

Last week, I blogged about how I was wishy washy and not sure what I wanted to do. I needed a change and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do.

This week, I came to work and realized that the decision was been made for me. For those of you who know what’s going on, you know what’s going on. For those of you who want more details, let me know. Otherwise, I’m not really going to say. There’s alot of reasons, but the last straw has been tossed.

At any rate, after 9 years, I stepped back and said I survived x person, y person, and z person. Now, I’m surviving another. And really, I’m working harder than I was – and you “mgt” claim you’ve been doing stuff to get rid of the person that is the cause (no, it’s not just me reporting this either). After 2 years (and prior to that when others moved to different teams because of this individual) of seeking assistance and still not being able to get rid of / move the individual – you gave them a promotion and raise. Uh.. Um.. No. Either they’re F**king up and are on an improvement plan, or they’re not. Giving them a promotion and a raise while We’re stuck doing more, more, more, getting more and more ill with fewer and fewer people – then just get told there’s not money and/or any benefits (they’ve removed several in the last 3 months) isn’t cool anymore.

So, I moved. Checkmate. They did what they had to, I’m doing what I have to. They didn’t really think it would happen (mgt). Oh, she’ll change her mind – she’s just angry and empassioned right now…..Then…

I resigned. No, Realy. I did it. As of April 30, unless some major thing happens – I’m done. Out, and Free. The resignation letter has been turned in.

And you know the funny thing – I don’t have another job lined up. And You know what? It’s OK. I’ll survive. I feel relieved, free, less stressed. Like it’s the best decision I’ve made in a while.

Yeah, I’m looking around Europe (I already was anyhow) sending out applications en masse – and well, if nothing else, I’ll move back to the states, flip burgers for a bit, and well, go from there.

I feel a little bad for those I’m leaving behind, but truly, I can’t be a martyr anymore – I’m not a very good one anyhow – but at least when I was, I liked the people I worked with. (It’s never been an “I hate my job” situation.) Now however… enough is enough.

It’s been real, it’s been fun. Sometimes, it’s been Really Really Fun. Now, However, Stick a Fork in me. I’m Done.