Walked off the job today.
Friday was scheduled to be my last day anyways but it still felt viscerally right and good to walk off today. Not sure why. Not sure that I care to know why, really. All I know is that it felt right in the end.
Looking back through all the things I’ve put up with at that place it does amuse me a little to see that the thing that ended up setting me off was something trivial and stupid. All that happened, really, was a small and small minded man gave himself an ego boost by adding the word “manager” in his email sig… when he was not a manager.
Why did I care? I was leaving anyways… but it irked me so I asked him about it. Instead of acknowledging it (for which I would have been surprised but I would have congratulated him for it, even faceciously) – he instead went the route of saying “What about it? I don’t see how that’s any business of yours.”
I think I told him to go f*ck himself a few hundred times and walked out.
It was so freeing…
