Lost and confused due to quitting job
PostPosted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 2:08 am
Those who have been following my LJ, or remember a thread I made a couple of months back, know that I've been working a grueling work schedule, namely 60+ hour workweeks. It was supposed to be temporary, but as the weeks dragged on it became quite apparent that it would be anything but.
"It's going to get better," our supervisor tried telling us recently. That's a total load, and everyone knew it was. The holiday rush is coming up! Between back to school, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then CHRISTMAS, we know that the workload gets even higher the later in the year it goes. And when we're already working 60+ hour weeks, it can only go higher.
And so it was going to, as our supervisor told us that eventually, we would be working 12 hour days six days a week, and we would have to start coming in Saturdays.
This whole stupid situation was the fault of upper management, who had a bad idea...it sounded good at first, and to be honest, I was willing to accept that the first two or three weeks might be crazy while we adjusted to the new system. After the second month though it became apparent that this was just a stupid idea, and management didn't have the courage to say "We were wrong, we screwed up, we're going back to normal."
For two and a half years, I worked my job fine. I didn't like my job, very few people do. But it was more of a "Ah, I gotta go to work now, sucks. Oh well" type deal. After the change came about it was far worse than that. It was a life-draining, soul-sucking experience. My spirit was crushed, I had almost no time to interact with my friends, and I was always tired from grueling hours and difficult sleep (I have no A/C; normally in the summer I'd sleep when I got back from work, which was about 1:30 AM or so, and wake up around 10 before it got hot...with getting off at 5 AM, this was no longer an option, thus making it difficult to sleep since I was now trying to sleep during the hottest parts of the day).
Last week, I felt trapped and isolated and literally broke down crying in the middle of working. I had to go home early because I was unable to work. On Monday, at work, I tried desperately to continue, but I was unable to muster any motivation. No matter how hard I worked, I wouldn't be getting off until 5 AM. Even if I worked slowly, it would just make the night drag out that much longer. I stood, unable to do anything, for about fifteen minutes. And I prayed the whole time, wishing God would tell me what to do. I knew He wouldn't. I knew even if He appeared in front of me, I would be too busy being scared out of my wits to hear what He had to say, and likely it would just be like Job...He'd do the talking and questioning, and I'd sit dumbfounded, and ultimately He wouldn't even tell me what I wanted to know.
So I nearly suffered a second mental breakdown, again. I could feel it just tearing at me. Ultimately I figured out, if my job was affecting me this much, if I was suffering so much stress that I just broke down TWICE in the space of two weeks, it wasn't worth it. Even though I need the money, even though I need the health insurance, it isn't worth it. What good is money and health insurance if my own sanity and my own body suffer and break down for it?
So, two hours into work Monday, I gathered my stuff, went to my boss, politely told him that I was unable to continue to push myself, and that I was quitting.
It feels like a weight has been lifted from me. I really feel a lot less stressed out and better all around now that I've quit. Everyone who's talked to me has been extremely supportive, and I'm grateful.
The problem is of course, now I have no source of income. I have quite a bit of money saved up in the bank, and that's good. It'll keep me going for a while. However, it won't last for more than a few months. I realize it was probably kind of stupid to quit without having a solid idea of what to do next lined up. At the time, I was too concerned about not having another freakout to really care too much about that. Even so, it's not like I could have gone and searched for another job with the work schedule my current one was giving me anyway.
So I'm lost. Completely. I don't know what to do. I want to go back to college, and get a degree. The problem is, I don't know in WHAT. I suffer from low self-esteem, it's true, but even with that acknowledged, the fact is that I'm really just not good at much of anything. I'm clumsy and bad with my hands, and I'm extremely absent-minded. I'm also socially awkward, and have little to no people skills...plus the fact that I freaked out almost twice at work shows I'm bad at handling stress, so anything where I'd have to deal with rude, angry customers would probably be bad for me.
So, as I said. I just don't know what to do. If I went to school, I'd have no clue what to get a degree in. There aren't many jobs where you don't have to worry about dealing with people...the one I had was really the best option.
Anyway, thanks for reading this extremely long post, if you made it this far.
"It's going to get better," our supervisor tried telling us recently. That's a total load, and everyone knew it was. The holiday rush is coming up! Between back to school, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then CHRISTMAS, we know that the workload gets even higher the later in the year it goes. And when we're already working 60+ hour weeks, it can only go higher.
And so it was going to, as our supervisor told us that eventually, we would be working 12 hour days six days a week, and we would have to start coming in Saturdays.
This whole stupid situation was the fault of upper management, who had a bad idea...it sounded good at first, and to be honest, I was willing to accept that the first two or three weeks might be crazy while we adjusted to the new system. After the second month though it became apparent that this was just a stupid idea, and management didn't have the courage to say "We were wrong, we screwed up, we're going back to normal."
For two and a half years, I worked my job fine. I didn't like my job, very few people do. But it was more of a "Ah, I gotta go to work now, sucks. Oh well" type deal. After the change came about it was far worse than that. It was a life-draining, soul-sucking experience. My spirit was crushed, I had almost no time to interact with my friends, and I was always tired from grueling hours and difficult sleep (I have no A/C; normally in the summer I'd sleep when I got back from work, which was about 1:30 AM or so, and wake up around 10 before it got hot...with getting off at 5 AM, this was no longer an option, thus making it difficult to sleep since I was now trying to sleep during the hottest parts of the day).
Last week, I felt trapped and isolated and literally broke down crying in the middle of working. I had to go home early because I was unable to work. On Monday, at work, I tried desperately to continue, but I was unable to muster any motivation. No matter how hard I worked, I wouldn't be getting off until 5 AM. Even if I worked slowly, it would just make the night drag out that much longer. I stood, unable to do anything, for about fifteen minutes. And I prayed the whole time, wishing God would tell me what to do. I knew He wouldn't. I knew even if He appeared in front of me, I would be too busy being scared out of my wits to hear what He had to say, and likely it would just be like Job...He'd do the talking and questioning, and I'd sit dumbfounded, and ultimately He wouldn't even tell me what I wanted to know.
So I nearly suffered a second mental breakdown, again. I could feel it just tearing at me. Ultimately I figured out, if my job was affecting me this much, if I was suffering so much stress that I just broke down TWICE in the space of two weeks, it wasn't worth it. Even though I need the money, even though I need the health insurance, it isn't worth it. What good is money and health insurance if my own sanity and my own body suffer and break down for it?
So, two hours into work Monday, I gathered my stuff, went to my boss, politely told him that I was unable to continue to push myself, and that I was quitting.
It feels like a weight has been lifted from me. I really feel a lot less stressed out and better all around now that I've quit. Everyone who's talked to me has been extremely supportive, and I'm grateful.
The problem is of course, now I have no source of income. I have quite a bit of money saved up in the bank, and that's good. It'll keep me going for a while. However, it won't last for more than a few months. I realize it was probably kind of stupid to quit without having a solid idea of what to do next lined up. At the time, I was too concerned about not having another freakout to really care too much about that. Even so, it's not like I could have gone and searched for another job with the work schedule my current one was giving me anyway.
So I'm lost. Completely. I don't know what to do. I want to go back to college, and get a degree. The problem is, I don't know in WHAT. I suffer from low self-esteem, it's true, but even with that acknowledged, the fact is that I'm really just not good at much of anything. I'm clumsy and bad with my hands, and I'm extremely absent-minded. I'm also socially awkward, and have little to no people skills...plus the fact that I freaked out almost twice at work shows I'm bad at handling stress, so anything where I'd have to deal with rude, angry customers would probably be bad for me.
So, as I said. I just don't know what to do. If I went to school, I'd have no clue what to get a degree in. There aren't many jobs where you don't have to worry about dealing with people...the one I had was really the best option.
Anyway, thanks for reading this extremely long post, if you made it this far.