Yesterday I received in the mail a handwritten letter of thanks from my company’s district manager, more or less for doing my job; my insignificant pissant project management job.
Today I quit.
Predictably the friends/family reaction was pretty resoundingly negative, but I guess I had that coming since quitting your job in the current American economy is pretty let them eat cake.
In between calling me out on my colossal brattiness and assuring me I am now fucked, financially, folks also kept asking, over and over, some variation of “I don’t understand. What happened? What did it? What was the last straw?”
I’ve been bitching about my job for 2 years, and certainly recent weeks have provided plenty of potential flashpoints, but there really was no last straw.
Outside of maybe the hand-written letter. When you think about it, how existentially terrifying: a personal commendation for helping to maintain the status quo at an enormous goddamn Fortune-Top-50-Most-Admired-Companies motherfucker?
In related news, I’ve reconsidered my stance on commissions to illustrate your self-insertion slashfics, guys.