Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Resignations

So I left my workplace today that I had been at for all of 3 months, not that I wanted to it is just that life changed in the last week and new beginnings (again) are required.

But it got me thinking about when I have previously left work places. Now my first job when I was a teenager and so was practically everybody I else worked with. I loved it there (not the place) but the people and the work environment and we always knew how to make it fun even when it was shit. Now when I left this place to move onto my first job out of high school I was actually sad to leave and had a great farewell (of course involving alcohol), and I did keep in touch with pretty much everyone that worked there for quite a long time.

Now the second job I ended up leaving because I moved interstate and I hated leaving this place too, I worked with all girls as it was at a fashion store and considering it was an all female environment we got along fabulously and had dinners together and blah blah.... But they also too gave me a farewell and lovely parting gift and tears were shed.

Now number 3 I moved towns and got a transfer to stay within the same company, when I left the store I originally started at that was also sad, farewell given and also an awesome parting gift. Now as for when I left the second store IT WAS HORRIBLE. I left because of bullying and backstabbing etc... and then got told by the area manager "I was just taking the easy way out". No it wasn't the easy way it was friggin hard because I loved my job, but not what went on there. Needless to say I was so relieved to leave the joint. No farewell and present was shit. (Not that I honestly cared). I had been there for 5 years and hated being pushed out and hate myself for giving into it eventually, I just wasn't strong enough to deal with the SHITE anymore!

Number 4 I quit it was SHIT!

Now number 5 I left because the company was closing down and I had been kept there for 2 years as a temp and never put on permanent (because they were shit too) there was a big communal dinner thing and at first I wasn't even invited to it because I was a temp (others that were temps were also not invited), so that pissed me off at first that I couldn't say goodbye to everyone that I had formed relationships with over the last 2 years. The manager of my section managed to swing me an invite and the people that were bitchy to me over the last 2 years felt the need to be overly nice and were promising to stay in touch etc... I wish I had stayed at home it was all so frigging fake, but a good time with the ones I liked :). So obviously there were no farewell gifts as we were all departing, but cards were filled out for everybody and you guessed it the temps were not worthy of even this!!! And because of the shit way they ended it for me I left with a smile on my face and ready to face any new challenges ahead.

Number 6OMG I don't even know where to start with this place it was full of bitches and people who thought nothing was ever good enough so my theory was to stick to myself and so I did just that besides a couple of people who were quite lovely. So I left here to go study full-time and basically because I decided I don't need to put up with this shit anymore, ever since I had moved to this town every workplace had been full of shit people who didn't like "outsiders". (Man I even went to a psychologist when I worked at this place because I thought something was wrong with me, but eventually realised it wasn't me). God i'm even getting a bit emotional just thinking about how bad some of these places were and how bad people can make you feel. So when I left this place I got the card full of farewells that just said "good luck" because obviously they didn't know anything about me at all, and a SHIT bunch of flowers that I saw later in a shop that was worth $15, I don't think it could even be classified as a "bunch" 3 shitty looking filler flowers, 1 gerbera and 2 unopened lily's AWESOME! Now the only reason it kinda ticked me off was that I had been there a year and contributed to the social club every week for these such occasions when people left and they all got presents and GREAT bunches of flowers, so when I saw mine I had a realisation that they obviously didn't think very much of me at all!!! So no I didn't walk out with a smile it was more of a frown and some tears and I think it was because it had finally gotten to me about how people can be. So my boyfriend came home and found me in tears and said what I needed to hear "why worry about them, they are just a bunch of bitches who have worked together too long and only care about themselves" and gave me a big hug! So the flowers and the card were put in the bin soon as I got home, just as a finalisation for myself. (oh and before I left a girl asked if I had emailed everyone my contact details so we could all keep in touch and I just said "nope I can do it when I get home if I remember"). ie. I want nothing more to do with u!

Soooo number 7 I went there for some casual work while I studied and it actually wasn't that bad and I had a good time and a laugh with the people I worked with, which hadn't happened in such a long time and these people didn't care that I was an outsider and they spoke to me from the very first shift I had. So the only issue today was the attitude from the manager and the evil glare when I left instead of a "goodbye", but the girls that were there said "bye, shame you are leaving, it was nice working with u and we'll see you around" because we know we aren't going to keep in touch but they know I will be shopping there and they will see me then.

Well Monday is a new beginning and i'm praying to god they haven't all been there for like 20 yrs and are actually nice people and not a bunch of bitches. So wish me luck cause it is great money and i'd like to stick around there!!!

My thought today is I hope you all have had better experiences in the workplace than myself and if not I hope it all turns around for you and I know you can get through it!!

Signing 0ut ~

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