I Quit My Job

I said it. I did it. OMG I bloody did it.

I quit. Thank you very much, I’m out.

Today I walked out of the office that has been my home for the last 3 years for the very last time. I never looked back.

Do you know the feeling when you’ve been in something for so long that a) you know no different and b) you think it’s normal? Well, that.

But do you know what, the minute you start acknowledging the fact that you’re not happy, undervalued and basically treated like a piece of shit, that’s the time to leave. I’m only sorry I didn’t realise it sooner, and truly know the worth of myself.

3 years is a long period of time. It was my first proper job after uni, I’ve learned A LOT, and I know I’m walking away from it in a much better position for the next step of my career. So what went wrong?


My blood is already starting to boil at the many things that went wrong and are wrong with the company I worked for. I asked my mum the other day and said, ‘have I ever been happy there?’ – and the answer is no.

I’ve spent evenings crying, dreading the morning to come around, feeling so undervalued and worthless that I doubt not only the work that I do, but also as a person in normal life. Doing the dirty work for people that come to work and do f*** all. To work above and beyond and never have my work acknowledged or noticed. To work for the bare minimum in my field of expertise and KNOW what everyone else gets paid. To be discriminated as a female in a male dominated role. Picking up the pieces of someone else’s mistake.

Nepotism, discrimination, pay gap, favouritism. DING, DING, DING.

To be honest, you probably would not believe the stuff that has gone on in the last 2 months alone. I also don’t think you’d appreciate reading a 163849 word essay. I’ll probably write a book about it sometime or something.

On the week that I handed my notice in, my good friend at work also did the same (also a girl). Think it would ring alarm bells, huh? Nah, uh. THEY ARE SO SHORT SIGHTED THEY STILL CANNOT SEE THE PROBLEM IN FRONT OF THEIR EYES. In the moments after I handed my notice in, everything that it triggered further reinforced every single reason that I wanted to leave.

It’s funny isn’t it where somewhere you’ve worked at for so long shows so little respect or loyalty for you, even once your notice has been handed in.

I’m still angry. I’m still getting myself worked up about it, but it’s not my problem anymore. I have one full week off to destress and get myself back to my sparkly self that has been absent for a long time.

Handing my notice in and getting out of a situation that no longer challenges me or makes me happy is the pivotal moment in my life. 20th February 2018.

It’s easy to get stuck in a rut when you have been somewhere for so long, but life doesn’t begin until you get out of that comfort zone and start to realise just what you have been missing. No job is worth your health, happiness or worth of yourself.

The company is run like a chef runs a restaurant. They’re good at cooking, but not at business.

The company will NEVER change. They never do. I’m leaving with a sour taste in my mouth, but for me, working at an agency is a rite of passage. You have to do it at least once in your lifetime.

I’m trying to take as much good from this as possible, I believe that even in the worst situations you can take something positive from it. I’m enjoying the thought that I will never have to work under their regime EVER again.

But, it’s not all been bad, to end it on a high, here’s the only 3 things I’m gonna miss;

  1. The office Cat – solely the only reason I continued to come into work this year. Gonna miss my girl.
  2. The open email system. That’s right, YOU CAN SEE ANYONE’S EMAILS. Partly the reason for my overbearing knowledge of what was going on beneath my nose, but also the best thing ever. Hyperventilating over an email you’re NOT meant to see is always great on a Monday morning before Christmas.
  3. The people – I’ve never worked with such an amazing selection of people (almost all) that I call good friends, and it’s probably the saddest thing about leaving the company. I’m gonna miss the bants and seeing their faces every day.

Today I left the burning building for good. I’ll never doubt my worth ever again. I’m so excited for the next chapter in my life!

NEVER work a day longer for someone who doesn’t respect, support or encourage you. Life is for living, not crying every night and running on stress.

I’m out.