It finally happened. I got tired of being the best employee at my job. I’m quitting.
I’m not leaving tomorrow, or next week or even next month. But I have decided to retire from full-time employment next year. There are other factors playing into this besides that opening statement, but the current state of office culture is a big part of my choice.
I’ll be honest; I don’t blame the millennials or Gen-X or any other age group for what’s going on. And it’s not just this job. I am seeing a general decline in workplace ethics, the #MeToo movement aside. It’s an overall don’t-give-a-crap mentality, as if slacking off is a company benefit. In my current job, it seems to be an expectation, coupled with an extraordinarily high turnover rate and the notion that it’s OK not to get assigned work done, because a) it will still be there tomorrow or b) someone else can be counted on to get it done for you. Too often, I am turning out to be that someone else. It gets old fast. You’re too dependable. Everyone leans on you and skips out on learning the hard stuff because, well, you’ll take care of it faster and better.
Case in point: I requested one week of vacation this past October, and put in the request seven months ahead, in March. And I repeatedly reminded staff and managers of the time off and that other people needed to be trained and ready to do tasks I was doing. The result when I did leave: chaos and disorder. Not sure what part of “you have xx amount of time before I go out of town” was hard to understand. This is on top of staff chronic call outs, lateness and the need to spend a lot of time socializing loudly in our very small, non-soundproofed space.
The other reasons for moving on: I’d like to do other things with my life before I leave this world for whatever lies in the Great Beyond, so the plan is to work part time and write full time. I want to get out of the house enough to keep myself and The Husband sane. Home all the time with each other, one of us would be buried in the backyard and the other explaining that strange smell to the neighbors.
So the countdown has begun. I’ve started lists and gotten documents together and working on the whole point of this blog: real Notes for My Next Life. You knew sooner or later I’d get there, right?