Arrogance
Sorry.
I still haven't sent the resignation email. I talked to everyone I could about abruptly quitting my job, and they all called me a retard for not having another job lined up.
When I wrote the last post I was at my wit's end. I had zero foresight, and was ready to dive into unemployment head first.
I got absolutely fucked up off of IPAs that night, and made a fool of myself in front of my room mate and his partner.
They hyped me up and encouraged me to quit - but literally everyone else I asked told me I was being an idiot if I take the plunge like that.I choose to listen to the majority. "Wisdom of the crowd."
I voiced a fraction of the angst I was feeling about the position to my boss, and yesterday she attempted to get me a raise, rather than rug-brushing the issue.
It's a kind gesture. I guess I'll just keep floating on - I don't know.
The fire and inspiration I had to pull the trigger has faded, and I'm back in the comfy rut. I don't really care about the money.
I also felt like a lot of people read that last post, and that made me feel guilty. So if you were reading the last one and cheering me on, thanks and sorry I didn't deliver. This is a self-loathing and reflection diary.
I changed my mind because I am hired through MSPs, and they are all starting to use AI to read job applications.
They can set parameters to avoid applicants with employment gaps.
Honey for me, not for bee.
Quiet Quitting.
I got a reply from Steve Rambo on twitter saying I should try quiet quitting.
I thought I was quiet quitting, but I humored myself and looked it up. I have not been quiet quitting.
Quiet quitting requires emotional and personal removal from the job. It is doing the absolute bare minimum that is expected of you as an employee.
I frequently go above and beyond my role to keep the team afloat. I kiss ass and engage fully in office politics. It generates stress. Then I end up feeling nuclear; wanting to quit or give up.
Before cutting the cord and losing my only income, I might as well try something new.
I just requested a bunch of time off to drain my vacation time. I also planned some days in private to "be sick".
I'll do it until they notice I'm no longer pulling grey chode-hair out of my teeth and munching old admin lady pussy.
The evil fart.
Also I rode to work yesterday, took a work-gym-bathroom-shower, and ripped a foreign invader level fart. It was early enough that I figured nobody would come in. As soon as I'm done moaning and cumming from farting, a guy walked in to take a piss. I sheepishly said "morning".
His smile turned to a frown as his eyebrows sizzled off. He took a piss as I was half naked, trying to put my now-damp clothes on (they fell off the shower curtain into the water).
It was rough - but I couldn't help but laugh once I got out of the bathroom.
Poor bastard.