I’ve never quit a job before, except in 1979, when I was 18, and quit my fast food job because my family was moving from Texas to Tennessee.
Since then, I’ve stuck with jobs until either: a) they ended because they were temporary; b) I was part of a layoff caused by poor business; or c) I was fired. Sadly, c) has happened about half a dozen times over the years.
I’ve been working at my current job since October 2006; it’s a large Workers’ Comp insurance carrier. For most of the time it was a good job because I had an excellent manager. However, the bullshit from upstairs that she had to deal with stressed her out until she left to work in a completely different field.
I gave my new manager a chance, expecting some changes; I can deal with changes in how the job is done. I’m not a problem employee. I just dig in and do the job.
Unfortunately, he turned out to be a terrible manager; worst I’ve had to deal with in 30 years. Petty, vindictive, disrespectful, not overly bright, and, as it turns out, he’d sexually harrassed a friend and co-worker of mine when they both worked at another company (when she was 18), and at the same company had harrassed the wife of one of my co-workers. But, he was already hired.
A few months ago, I felt pretty secure there, with no plans to leave. Worry started to build up in the past couple of months, though. I’ve never had a problem like this with a manager before. I mean, at a previous company my managers were white-collar criminals, but usually they left me alone. I think this guy wants to intimidate his workers. I don’t mind working hard, but doing it with a gut full of anxiety and anger is unhealthy.
Because of a meeting last week, called after I’d attempted to get a transfer to another department, he knew what I thought of him (and I learned that our HR director was useless and willing to lie to employees). For some time, he’d been telling me almost every day something he didn’t like about the way I worked; now I was sure he was looking for “cause” to fire me.
Also, we’d been told that the company was going away from the style of trusting workers to do their jobs, and into a “micromanagement paradigm”. This is based on the fantasy that our clients are switching to cheaper carriers because low-level clerks like me aren’t efficient enough.
Today, he suddenly brought a chair into my small cubicle, and said he was going to “sit in” with me all day. I can’t imagine how he’d have time to do that, but he sat behind me, watching everything I did. I could feel myself screwing up, not working as efficiently as I normally do. After about an hour, we had words, and he abruptly got up and stomped off to his office. I suddenly felt certain that he was preparing to fire me. (Guess I’ll never know for sure.)
I fired off an e-mail, copying him, the HR director and my entire office, giving two weeks’ notice. I dated and signed a resignation letter I’d been carrying in my pocket, walked in his office and tossed it on his desk. I could hear him stomping out after me as I headed back to my desk; by now I was seeing through a red haze, and was (to my discredit) hoping he’d foolishly lay a hand on me.
He followed me to my desk, where I was planning to write up a complete description of what I do, to help out the next guy. (I never had a written job description; just gradually new duties got added; it’s fairly extensive and complex by now for a clerical job.) My manager was very insistent that I leave immediately and not gather up my belongings; so, I took my time gathering my belongings, and went around to say goodbye to a few people. Then I was out of there.
It’s crazy to quit a job in this economy. When I called my girlfriend she did her best to be upbeat. I went through some lengthy unemployment six years ago; can’t do that to her again. Two weeks ago I lost my little cat; a week ago we had another major family trauma; now this.
My former manager has been nice enough to give me some excellent tips and information for job-hunting. I just spoke to a lady she referred me to at a Claims staffing service; sent her my resume, and am waiting for a callback. I’ll be aggressively job-hunting until I get something.
So, I’ve indulged myself by laying it all out here, and now feel a little better. If you’ve read this far, I’d guess you’re also sitting around at home.
Well, I’m pretty sure there are already some threads about job-hunting; I’ll take a look.