Spent the last two years whittling myself to the bone to compensate for my boss, who… is going through a lot. Doesn’t know what he’s doing. He got forced into a managerial role because his boss took his own life a while back. That was one of the first things I learned about the place.
Guy spent half of the time watching Twitch streams (not hyperbole) and I convinced myself he was just burying a lot of trauma and needed support. Didn’t matter that I was brand new to IT and he’d been doing this since I was in middleschool, I just needed to learn and do everything on my own because he resisted any change as simple as using PowerShell.
Sat there about a month ago and realized that I was having full-blown panic attacks at work and drinking myself to death over a guy twice my age who was waiting on me to do everything for him. Trauma or not, I’m not less important than him. I want a chance to live my own life and help more than just one fucking guy, y’know? But I can’t do that if I don’t take care of myself first.
… Suddenly he’s a lot more motivated now that I put in my two weeks. Lesson learned, I guess. Ugh. Wish I could’ve figured it out in two months instead of two years.
You’re better than I am. I often don’t even give notice. “At will” goes both ways! So usually I’m like “I need to get to the airport once I send the movers off and turn in my keys. Oh, and I quit.”
Spent the last two years whittling myself to the bone to compensate for my boss, who… is going through a lot. Doesn’t know what he’s doing. He got forced into a managerial role because his boss took his own life a while back. That was one of the first things I learned about the place.
Guy spent half of the time watching Twitch streams (not hyperbole) and I convinced myself he was just burying a lot of trauma and needed support. Didn’t matter that I was brand new to IT and he’d been doing this since I was in middleschool, I just needed to learn and do everything on my own because he resisted any change as simple as using PowerShell.
Sat there about a month ago and realized that I was having full-blown panic attacks at work and drinking myself to death over a guy twice my age who was waiting on me to do everything for him. Trauma or not, I’m not less important than him. I want a chance to live my own life and help more than just one fucking guy, y’know? But I can’t do that if I don’t take care of myself first.
… Suddenly he’s a lot more motivated now that I put in my two weeks. Lesson learned, I guess. Ugh. Wish I could’ve figured it out in two months instead of two years.
You’re better than I am. I often don’t even give notice. “At will” goes both ways! So usually I’m like “I need to get to the airport once I send the movers off and turn in my keys. Oh, and I quit.”