Over the last six months, there have been times where I have been so frustrated at work that I have nearly walked out. Walked away and not looked back.
Responsibility has kept me there. The understanding that it is a means to an end kept me there. the concern over disappointing Poo kept me there. I even worked for free sometimes, clocking out and returning to work when there was a lot to do. Giving my all and everything every day. I was reminded a couple of weeks ago that I am foolish for skipping lunches, and for working over. "They", I was told, "will fire you in a second"
And today they did. I'm not going to go into a lot of detail because I don't want to bad mouth my former employer, but it was decided that I "don't know my ass from a hole in the ground" and off I went.
I don't tend to agree, but I accept the decision. It frees me to find something more suitable to me. A better fit. Something unrelated to the industry I was in. Because I don't think that industry is where I want to be anymore. I've been saying I want out. That this would be my last job in this industry. Even though that's where the money is, I'm not going back there. Not if I have a choice. But I'm not going to say never.