Today, I filed my letter of resignation. I've been meaning to do this for a while now but it kept getting postponed since my boss was on leave for almost two weeks. My colleagues were discouraging me from resigning via email but the thought that it kept getting postponed just burdens me so much and I seriously stress about it big time.
Honestly, I wanted to talk to her in person because I wanted to explain some things to her. It's just that I wanted to get it off my chest already and it wasn't clear when she was coming back to work. My husband was trying to make me feel better last night, saying that if she was going to react negatively to the resignation, it won't matter whatever method I choose because it will result to the same reaction.
I sent her a text message last night, asking if I could call her because I have something important to say. But she chose not to reply to my text so I decided to make my move and just email the letter to her.
My colleagues were telling me to consider her condition and all, but I'm just tired. I'm tired of giving way, I'm tired of understanding, I'm tired of always bowing down, and I'm tired of people treating me like dirt.
The reason why I wanted to talk to her instead of just emailing the resignation is because I want to show her some courtesy. My friends tell me that an email would do and it would still be considered as a fulfillment of a professional obligation. At first, I didn't want to do it because it seems impersonal. Detached even. But I'm getting emotionally affected already and I think it's time that I do something nice for myself.
Sending that email made me feel liberated. Even if she doesn't read it right away, at least it's there already. Sending that email made me feel lighter. I have a feeling she's going to make a big deal out of it, but I'm just telling myself that at least, I won't have to put up with her attitude much longer. I'm on my way out anyway.
I never really noticed how much this job has changed me. I've gotten moody, cranky, and bitchy. It's like another person took over my body and I had no control over it. I think along the way, I've also lost respect for myself for not having the backbone to stand up for myself, for allowing other people to trample on me.
I know I've hurt a lot of people because I've been emotionally impulsive and I feel bad about it. But I know I can make it up to all the people I've hurt. As cheesy as this might sound, I need healing. I need to rebuild myself and I need to learn how to love and respect myself again.
I've never been as candid on a blog entry as I am with this one. I've forgotten how therapeutic blogging is. I hope I continue to find solace here in my tiny nook in cyberspace. I hope I can chronicle my progress on the mission to rebuild a new and improved April. Wish me luck!
bisous,
Mrs Materialistic