....does one more open? I guess only time will tell.
Today marks the final day at the job after 3 years and 3 weeks. This was by far one of the hardest jobs I have ever done. Was the reward worth the pain? Hard to say now. Maybe in due time I will know if the time I spent here made me do better in future or would I have done the same regardless.
There is a unexplainable but palpable sense of relief on getting to this ending. The writing had been on the wall for a while. I just wished I got the chance to quit before the "mutually agreed" separation happened. Though, if I am able to find a new gig in the next couple of months, I will be coming out ahead.
The stress of dealing with the current management was getting too much to bear. We couldn't see eye to eye for a while and it is a miracle that it stretched for this long. I had enough support from peers and team but the management support is what matters at the end of the day. Every week was just hard to go through. Every day felt like a slog. Some of the criticism hurt though. What is it they say about the criticism that hurts the most is the one that echoes the self-condemnation?
A few people have commented that I look relieved. I feel relieved. Maybe I should be more stressed than I am. Somehow, this time around, I feel a little more confident than the last time. We will see if this unemployment stretches too long. I might have a different opinion then.
I felt quite overwhelmed by all the support I got on my departure. Some were expected, some were not. Some were genuine, some felt forced. Guess I can't win them all.
I imagined this post to be more profound than factual but I am coming up short on what to say. Maybe more next time...
