It’s finally starting to sink in that I’m leaving soon. I’m walking around a store that is, quite frankly, run badly and full of problems and unhappiness, but it’s all just bouncing off me now. Customers are moaning, staff are trying to make me feel bad, but I have an impregnable shield around me that is fuelled by the knowledge that I only have four more shifts, and then I‘m out. Even the fact that they’ve shafted me by making me work two long days at the weekend isn’t affecting me. I’ll just spend most of Sunday in the office, playing Sporcle.
It’s a lovely position to be in - knowing that whatever they throw at me in the next few days, I can just be aloof to it all and say “Not my problem after this week”
It’s better than being enslaved by a subconscious state of thinking “I have to take most of this, because they’re paying my wages and dictating my rotas and they basically have my balls in their pocket”
Leaving a job you hate is a wonderful boost to your mental health!
And technically, I’ll still be working for the same company, but there’s only ONE department to a filling station, and I’ll be the sole manager, so I can try to get things running how I want them, in a way that’s fair to everyone, without interference from others.
RC 24-9-14
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