What was that? My experience after quitting my job

She looked towards me, eyes moving from side to side, hands shaking as if a cold front had hit them, face turning pale and red like traffic lights, lips pressing hard against each other. What was that?

Dear Reader, remember I’ve told you about a call that was sure to change my career and life? In case you haven’t read it, here is the link to that Post

Moving on…

Well, I received the call and, as expected, it changed my life. I will get paid for doing what I like, at the place of my dreams. The sour part of all this came up when I had to reveal the news to my current employer.

But before I tell you about how that went, let me tell you a little bit as to why I left.

See, Dear Reader, I was offered a job that I soon found to be very different from the job that I was given.

You may be familiar with this scenario.

They offer you opportunities, duties and a title that make you want to drop everything you’re doing to exclusively dedicate your time, talents and skills to this new position. Oh, the disappointment when you discover it was a collection of well-put lies. You find yourself working for those who are, in fact, exercising the responsibilities and the title that you thought you would.

In the name of appreciation for having a job and an income, I gave this “opportunity” a two-week test ride. At the end of that second week, noticing that I had fallen into a pile of empty promises, I made moves to get out. I found a door.

Please let me clarify that this was a promotion, and I had been there for two years.

Time to say, “I’m leaving…”

Two individuals and I met at a 9-by-9 office, improvised with an old corner desk, a rounded table, and above that table an idea whiteboard with three single words on it – written more than a month ago.

I start the conversation, dropping the news slowly with a thick coat of sugar and unnecessary words. Then, BOOM! “I’m leaving.” One of the spectators, a woman, let the word “disappointment” out, twice. The other put his hands together and said, “I’m very happy for you.” His words were pushed to a side by the woman who bombarded me with, what I consider, hostile and intrusive questions about my new job and decision to leave.

“Which team?” “How big?” “What are their plans?” “More money?” “Doing what?” “What concept?” “Remind me, what’s the address?” Those were only some of the questions I can remember. Most of my attention was focused on her strange body language. Her hands were shaking; her eyes all over the room, and back and ford to her empty computer display. At one point her face was pale, then red, then kind of green. Her yellowish teeth came out, then, hid behind her pressing lips.

As every word bursted out, the 9-by-9 room felt smaller, emptier, colder. She kept talking, and I kept watching and sporadically answering with I-don’t-knows, until it stopped. The male spectator said, “congratulations.” His genuine smile released me from the woman’s sour trance. I stood up, “Thank you, both.” I left the cave.

The days after, I received more bitter comments from her and other sources at that place. My last payments were delayed to the point of leaving me with no financial resources to eat, or move around. Now, I have to face the first week at my new job with no money. But none of this takes away from the joy and inspiration that finding the job of my dreams gives. It does, however, leaves me with a questions, what was that?

I’ve shared an experience with you, Dear Reader, and added my own personal lesson, but I don’t think I can come up with one now. I don’t even know why these people reacted that way. It was absolutely unexpected. What do you think? Has this, or something similar, ever happened to you? Did you learn anything from it? Please, share it.
Dear Reader, until next time.


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