I am so exuberant I hope it is spilling everywhere.
First I had to tell Mr. Nice Manager IN PERSON that
I'll be leaving or quitting or resigning from my
position, take your pick. My breath was GONE
and my head was light and pounding like one of my
panic attacks coming on but I was already at the door
to his office and there was no way out.
I do not think my leaving is coming as a surprise to
anyone here. The endless refrain of all my status updates
and assessment meetings was "Girl you have Potential but
lately seem to be a bit distant". They were right. I was
scheming. I have my next position neatly lined up,
with one precise month of freedom from termination here
to new start date there. Out with the old, In with the
new. Huzzah! Now I can't stop GRINNING.
Having talked to him, the letter I sent my manager
was functional and brief:
May 2, 2001
To: Mr. Nice Mngr
CC: Mr. Scary Client Rep
Mr. Human Resource Guy
To whom it may concern:
This is a tendering of my resignation, effective Friday,
May 25th.
Ms. Stand/alone/bitch
Everything feels sweet today, and I am debating the use
of
resignation as a word for what I am doing. To
me it is not a matter of surrender or patient submisison,
(like good old Webby says) but a decision of Power and
Freedom.
Or something.