Tonight was my second-to-last night. Thursday is when it’s all finally over. I, literally, can’t wait. I will go, work 4 hours, pack up my shit, say my goodbyes, and be gone. I have to say that I’ve enjoyed working there. It’s taught me a lot about working on cars and more than anything, it has shown me the kind of job I don’t want. It’s also lit a nice little candle under me bum to do the right thing and search for a good job. In past years, and past lives, I’ve seen the job I don’t want while I’m working there and ran away from it. This time, I didn’t have the option of running. I had to be a clever girl and face the music that I would either find something better or be stuck there. Nothing is a better motivator than being faced with perpetual hell. And there were many times when I wanted to leave without finding another job, but I didn’t. I waited, and waited some more until it seemed like no one would call me anymore. Then they called.
Today, before my soon-to-be-former boss left for the day, he asked me to go online and do my Reaffirmation of Commitment. It’s this thing that every employee is supposed to do twice a year, which basically says that I will do my best to be a good little customer service drone. You might be asking yourself: why would he want someone to do this when that person only has one day left with the company? I told him I would, but then I went to do it and I just couldn’t. As a man of principle, I don’t want to reaffirm anything with that piece of shit company. I’m done signing things and reaffirming things. I’m done, dammit! No more. The only commitment I’m going to reaffirm is that I don’t work there after Thursday.
Walking away from a job you hate is one of the best feelings in the world. Congratulations.