Workplace Drama

So now I am on my hospitalization leave because I have delicate pregnancy. But ever since before this she used to spread rumors and bad mouth our employees and technically she is the source of office politics. Then when I went on leave I heard from my friend whom I hired told me that the CEO and my asz kis sing subordinate were talking about me and showing people my mistakes where in fact those frking mistakes were her instructions. Im kind of bothered with her personality at it seems she is a pathological liar but seeking integeity from her people. Its really kind o toxic and it almost affects my peacd of mind. I am currently looking for a new job where my efforts and dedication will be worthwhile.

I’m 25, a guy, and I only recently got my first real IT job, like actual badge, actual standups, actual tickets, actual “can you jump on a quick call?” stuff. I should feel lucky, and I do, but I also feel weirdly on edge all the time becuase of AI. Every week there’s some new post, some “thought leader,” some dude on LinkedIn saying junior devs are cooked, help desks are done, entry level is dead, learn ten tools by friday or get left behind!! It gets in my head bad. I’ll be fixing a small bug or writing docs and then suddenly I’m thinking, wow, a bot could probably do half of this faster than me??? Then I spiral and start looking at job boards, salary threads, videos, and “the future of work” takes at 1 a.m. like that is somehow helping. It isn’t. It just makes me more tired and more jumpy at work the next day. One of the seniors told me, “AI is a tool, not your replacement, unless you stop learning,” and that helped for like two hours. Then my brain went right back to, okay but what if he’s just trying to be nice?? I know fear can be useful in small doses. It can push you to learn. I’ve used it to study more, ask better questions, and stop pretending I know stuff I don’t know. But too much fear is just noise. It makes me check Slack like I’m waiting for a breakup text. It makes every small mistake feel like proof I’m done for. Last month I messed up a config in a test env and nothing major happened, but my hands were legit shaking. My manager was chill about it, said “that’s why we have review,” and moved on. I did not move on!!! I was still replaying it in my head on the train home, thinking, great, first I make mistakes, then AI gets better, then I’m gone. That’s what I mean by caring too much. Not caring in a healthy way. Caring in a “my chest feels tight over a Jira ticket” way. And I keep asking myself, how do normal people not let this stuff eat them alive? Do you ever feel embarrased by how much your brain can turn one small worry into a whole fake disaster??? I try to be polite, do my work, learn fast, and not complain too much. I’m not anti-AI either. Some of it is honestly useful. It helps me understand code quicker, summarize logs, and get unstuck. But the same thing helping me also scares me, and that contradiction is frying me a bit 😅

What I’m trying now is maybe less “how do I stop caring” and more “how do I care the normal amount??” Maybe that’s the real question. Becuase zero care would be dumb. I don’t want to coast and wake up obsolete in two years. But max care is also dumb. It turns life into this constant background panic where even a decent day feels fake, like doom is just loading in the background. A friend of mine, not in tech, said something simple: “you are borrowing stress from a future that has not invoiced you yet.” Corny?? Yeah, a little. But also true. I noticed the days I feel least insane are the boring days. I do my tasks. I write down what I learned. I ask one good question. I log off. I cook something basic. I go outside. I stop reading “AI will replace everyone!!!” posts written by people who make money from saying wild stuff!!! That part matters alot. The internet rewards certainty, and the truth is nobody fully knows how this plays out. Some jobs will change hard. Some roles will shrink. Some new ones will pop up. A lot of regular work will probably become “use tools well and check the output.” That sounds more realistic to me than either extreme. I also try to remember what companies still need: someone reliable, someone calm, someone who can talk to humans, notice context, own mistakes, and keep learning. Bots can generate, sure. But workplaces are messy. People are messy. Systems are messy. There is still value in a person who can sit in the mess and not make it worse; I’m trying to believe that counts for something. My personal opinion is that fear should be a signal, not a lifestyle. Learn the tools. Keep your basics strong. Save a bit of money if you can. Be kind to coworkers. Touch grass, seriously. And maybe stop treating every headline like prophecy??? I’m saying this to myself as much as anyone reading. If you’re in the same spot, how do you stop doom-thinking all day?? Do you set limits, mute certain words, talk to people, pray, work out, what?? I’d really like to know, because I’m tired of giving so much emotional energy to a future that may not even happen the way I picture it. I want to keep caring, just less wildly, less personally, less like every update in tech is a direct threat to my right to exist. That seems fair, right???

so here's the thing, I'm just trying to find a way to make some decent money while I'm still stuck in this endless cycle of textbooks, exams, and the overwhelming stress that comes with being a 22-year-old college student. you know the drill; trying to juggle studies, a social life that’s barely alive, and the never-ending pressure of student loans and bills sneaking up on me like a damn ninja in the dark. we're all just trying to get by, right? but damn, it's like a twisted game of survival out here and lately, I've stumbled upon something that's got me seriously scratching my head.

apparently, there's this whole gig where you can get paid to talk to lonely guys online. sounds sketchy as hell, doesn't it? i mean, is it really just talking, or does it quickly take a turn into a steaming pile of regret? i'm sitting here wondering if this is some kind of smooth-talking nightmare or if it's genuinely something I could do without losing my damn mind. the idea of talking to random dudes might not sound too bad at first glance. hell, i could earn some cash and maybe even forget that mountain of student loan debt breathing down my neck, but is it worth the potential weirdness? and honestly, what’s stopping some creepos from crossing the boundaries? i mean, let's get real for a second. remember that episode of 'black mirror' with the wholly unintended consequences? it doesn’t take a genius to foresee how things can go south in a heartbeat with people hidden behind screens, safe in their anonymity while i'm just trying to break free from my broke-ass situation. i'm definitely not about to turn into a digital therapist for some dudes who can't seem to function in society without playing therapist myself afterwards. no thanks. have any of you brave souls tried this? any horror stories that could save my naive ass from taking a misstep here? also, wasn't there a time when people paid for other more substantial, face-to-face things instead of just cheap talk on the internet? seems like we're living in some bizarre-ass timeline.

the whole "get-paid-to-chat" thing makes me wonder if i've somehow walked into the twilight zone, while also making me panic just a tad about the ease of virtual manipulation. sure, this could be harmless and maybe even hilariously entertaining, but i can't shake off the feeling that it could be slippery as hell. is this just a slightly more sanitized version of the classic 'sugar daddy' scenario minus the sugar? can't help but think about stories you hear in the news about people getting doxxed and dragged through the mud because they thought they could make a few bucks chatting away online. and do these guys really get anything out of it besides emptying their wallets for the promise of a meaningful connection? makes me think of Taylor Swift's "Blank Space" with its themes of failed illusions. i find it mind-numbingly bizarre that there’s a market for this at all, though i guess loneliness itself is an equally intense, bizarre thing. just seems like there should be about a thousand exclamatory signs warning people off from it. if you’ve done this gig, how the hell did it play out for you? no bs, give me the raw truth. because that's honestly what I'm craving right now. should i take the leap, or just continue to silently freak out about my impending financial doom? what's the worst that could happen, right? or does trying to justify it only mean risking what's left of my sanity and three shredded strands of dignity? and this low-key ruminating is not even out of desperation—just sheer curiosity, because a girl needs options in this financially unstable world of ours. let's not sugarcoat it, we’re all looking for that side hustle that doesn’t make us hate waking up in the morning more than we already do. if you've managed to survive or thrive in this, spill the beans.

Being 31 sucks, man. Three months ago, I found myself on the ass-end of a layoff. My company had the nerve to tell me it was all 'cause of AI. Seriously? It's way more convenient to pin it on some sexy-tech revolution to pacify the stakeholders than to admit they just don't give a damn about those who actually bust their chops on the ground. Does anybody else sense this BS?

I've been scouring for jobs, pounding the pavement, and combing through job sites till my eyeballs gave out. Three months have gone by, and voilà—zilch, nada, nothing! Every "We regret to inform you" email slices deeper. Somehow that whole "dream big, you can achieve anything" mantra outran its welcome when all the job openings want people with no life, endless patience, and a unicorn-level of expertise. Are any of these hiring managers in touch with reality?

Nothing makes sense anymore. Each day is like re-living the Groundhog Day loop but without Bill Murray's charm. People say, "You just gotta keep plugging away," but when you've got rent gnawing at your heels and the radio's blurting out how AI's making sectors disappear, you start to think, "Why's this brick wall so damn peaceful?" Alan Watts once said, "The meaning of life is just to be alive." Right now, that's easier said than done. Who even has time to listen to that anymore?

It feels like drowning, frankly. It's not like I'm new to challenges, but fighting for a mere slice of the pie when it's been swiped out by non-human hands feels like some bad plot twist. You'd think there's a magic portal out of this numb-nuts existence, but no. All I want is to stop feeling like a hamster in a wheel, spinning with nowhere to get off. Does anyone out there get it? Or is existential crisis just a Tuesday thing now?

I vent not with malice but out of desperation and a sorta-shaky hope that commiseration might exist beyond my four walls. Maybe it’s time to pivot and think beyond what was once considered job security - maybe I'm just supposed to keep calm and carry on? Whatever dull wisdom that might hold, life sure feels meaningless right now. Staring at these walls makes as much sense as the crap I've been fed about AI. Are we left to merely grit our teeth and shout into the void without getting drowned out?

So over the last couple of months me and an ex friend have had a falling out, we were friends for a couple of years in work and we fell out over something very silly and small and not worth falling out over but my ex friend made it in to the biggest thing and since then she has made my life miserable in work. Yesterday I tried to hold out a lifeline and make up to her because yesterday was the last straw and I decided to tell her that the way she talked to me wasn't on. Well she has blamed me over the friendship breaking down, that she has covered for me over things that I don't even know that I have done wrong, that I have argued with her even though she has argued back and the thing I 'argued' over was something that I wasn't going to agree with her anyway cause I like to keep my routine as it is. And other things that she has put it on me. Don't get me wrong I know I am not perfect and I do things that annoy others but to me they aren't things to fall out over. And she has done a lot of things as well so it's definitely not all one way. But basically she doesn't want to be my friend anymore and today she literally couldn't be in the same area as me not matter the same room.

Okay, so I know I tagged it as "workplace drama" but it's more like college drama. I was a 3D animation major tho, and I was in a classroom of 9 students in my 3rd year, so I feel like it's kind of alike. Anyways, I have a story that, in retrospect, I definetely had a part in the drama, but I also definitely suffered from it at the time. I just want to know your opinion on if I was being a bit paranoid (which I felt I was sometimes) or not.

I feel like the atmosphere in my class degraded the more time passed. In my 1st year, it was mostly okay, I was discovering how 3D softwares worked and just trying to make at least a decent job with what I understood. I managed to model the second most important character, create some assets, animate and even voice act as the leading character in that movie (I'm a bit embarrassed about how my voice acting turned out, but I'm still proud I had the opportunity to do it) ! Group wise, it was also mostly okay, I just didn't talk all that much, though I would a little bit with people I thought I could be friends with. There was just this thing that bothered me a bit towards the end of the 1st year. I was talking with two upperclassmen, and the classmate that I was hanging around with (that was sitting behind me, let's call him Foo) was looking at us talking with a sort of angry expression while I had my back turned ? When I turned around to look at him again, I asked what was going on and like...he kept going defensive and was like "wow, so I can't look anymore ?" or "okay, then I'm not looking anymore" while pouting and things along those lines. To this day, I think it was weird, but also at the time, I was genuinely confused and was wondering if something was wrong.

Second year, however, was the WORST for me, I literally tried to fail as much as possible so that I'd get expelled and not have to go to college anymore. That was probably because I had a conversation with some of my teammates about who they'd want to work with if they had the chance to choose, and from that conversation, with a quick math, I realized that practically nobody wanted to work with me, and it weighed on me for the rest of the year. There was also this rampant "he said she said" thing going on. For example, a teammate (let's call her G-A) came up to me telling me how she found the way the way Foo smiled creepy or how the leader of our film for the second year (I'll call him G-B) was acting before leaving and other things. I remember the first time she came to me to gossip, I wanted to cry a bit because I didn't want to associate myself with gossip like that...I still ended up gossiping sometimes because I gotta survive and try to fit in this class somehow (which I failed to do so). I was thinking that, maybe I could be friends with her and that we could get along. I also tried my best to open up to her a little bit about what I liked and whatnot, because I was struggling with speaking up and was mostly silent. I'm absolutely ashamed I joined in this, and I do not wish to get myself entangled like that or feel as misrable as this ever again. If it isn't G-A, it was Foo who was kind of bothering me because I kept catching him staring at me. I think there were definitely some times where I thought I did catch him, but yeah, most of the time I did catch him staring. And everytime he'd go defensive.

3rd year of college was also a bad year. Foo's staring problem got worse, especially because I was seated next to him. Overtime, I've grown tired of it. My last straw was when I was trying to look at the board that was on my right, and Foo also happened to be seated on my right, and he proceeded to go all like "you were looking at me". I tried to explain to him that I wanted to look at the board, but he insisted that I was looking at him. From that day, I've decided to not talk to him anymore or to even look at him for the rest of the year. I was that petty 😅​. Apart from this, I was criticized by G-A over my work flow even though I was in the process of making something, the parts of the animatic that I was in charge of ended up not making it to the final animatic footage (G-A told me that I didn't do much for the team one day EVEN THOUGH I tried to greyscale the shots that were in the animatic to the best of my ability knowing my parts weren't included), almost every prop I made ended up being replaced by one another teammate did, the people in the team didn't include me in the animating team (even though I could animate just fine), Foo one day decided it was a good idea to take an object that I did to shade it without warning me when I clearly stated in the group chat that I'd take care of it. Basically, no matter what I tried to do, it didn't feel like my contributions were good enough to make it to the final product according to the entire team. Only a poster that was important in the film along with a few assets (that you don't even see that much) ended up making it, and even then, the poster almost got replaced by Foo's own version of the poster. The only reason my version was picked was because the main prof visibly had mixed feelings concerning Foo's version, and I looked at the prof like "please don't choose it". There was also this one time where G-A decided that we should add TeamViewer out of nowhere. From what I understood, we could basically take control of a computer remotely. I didn't really like that plan because of how sudden it was, and at this point I was a little paranoid, so I made it seem like I complied with it at campus while not installing TeamViewer at home, partly because I didn't understand how to even set it up, but mostly because I didn't like the idea of people accessing my computer at home from campus. Turns out, days later, G-A tried to access my computer via TeamViewer from campus, but because I didn't set it up at home, it didn't work. She said it was so that she could do some normal maps of textures of some posters, but in my eyes, TeamViewer isn't needed for this kind of thing because you can convert pictures into normal maps online, so it was at least a bit suspiscious to me. Apart from this, the group in itself still had a problem with gossiping and drama, so much that one of the leaders of the group ended up gathering everyone around a table to try and address the elephant in the room. The atmosphere got bad overtime, and with how little I had when it comes to assignments for the last movie, the main prof eventually told me I could not come to campus at a certain point because it would be pointless for me to show up only to not do anything the entire day. The moment I knew it was time for me to not go to campus anymore, I was literally out of there, I could not stand spending more time with those classmates anymore.

The more I type about this, the more I'm like "wow, college sucked :D", but I'm so used to things not going well in some aspects that I can't help but laugh. I guess I just want to have a trace of this story somewhere so that I don't forget about it. Again, please feel free to tell me your opinion about it, maybe I'll get a good laugh out of this. Thank you for reading this whole novel, and I wish you a good day/night <33

Its enough ive done all I can think of chased down all my demons, ive seen you do the same.

Our CEO has a very unrealistic expectations to us. She would give the work at 11am and have the result by 1? What the fuck? Am i not allowed to take my lunch????

I now believe that dream jobs are a waste of time. This is why I have thrown out being an astronomer, and graphic designer. I have dream jobs for a reason. Because I won’t actually pursue them. I won’t pursue them whether it’s because I dislike math and don’t want to work in a math heavy field or if I enjoy the product more than the process, and because it is a low percent chance I’ll actually achieve it in a period of the world where hard work doesn’t guarantee anything and most likely won’t get you what you want . if I were to consider people facing doubts and similar obstacles I can only understand how a few of them get their dream job. It’s better to not waste my time and existence on dream jobs and get a job I have a significantly higher chance of getting.

I'm working since november in a new job and at first I tought that it would more than the same but now I really like it and I'm really glad to be there. But now I have to travel in february with My family for almost three weeks and I'm kinda sad and guilty because I don't wanna leave this workplace and I know for sure that they're going to fire me. So, I don't know what to say or do... And I can't delay the flight because it was too expensive and my family bought it in october.

i have been working for about ten years now and it feels like i have been failing for ten years straight, i am a woman in my thirties and when i started i thought i was gonna be smart and study sociology because i liked reading random stuff and arguing about society, turns out i sucked at it and failed hard, exams, papers, motivation, all trash, so i dropped out and since then i just bounce around jobs with no qualifications like some kind of walking warning sign, retail, call centers, cleaning, a bakery once where i burned bread and somehow managed to annoy everyone, offices where i was told i was “not a good fit”, warehouses where they said i was too slow, and every time it ends the same way, polite meeting, fake smiles, “we’re not satisfied with your performance”, and me nodding like yeah sure makes sense, i never keep a job long enough to feel secure and i can’t even argue because deep down i know they’re right, i mess things up, forget stuff, misunderstand simple instructions, people say “it’s common sense” and i just stare at them like ok guess i missed that class, and now ten years later my cv looks like a joke and i don’t even bother lying anymore because what’s the point.

at home it’s not better and i don’t mean in a dramatic way, just facts, i suck at basic adult stuff, my kitchen skills are basically pasta and regret, everything i try to cook ends up bland or burned or both, i follow recipes and still mess them up like i’m actively trying to fail, my place is a mess most of the time, not hoarder level but enough that i avoid inviting people over, laundry piles, random papers, dust i keep ignoring, i tell myself i’ll clean on sunday and then sunday comes and i just scroll on my phone and feel tired for no clear reason, relationships are another disaster zone, i had a few boyfriends over the years, nothing long, nothing stable, they usually start nice and then they get bored or annoyed or say i’m distant or too negative, one literally told me “you don’t seem to like anything”, which hurt but also felt accurate, i don’t have some tragic breakup story, it’s more like slow fading and mutual relief, family is worse because there’s history and expectations, i don’t have a good relationship with anyone there, phone calls are awkward, visits are rare, and every conversation feels like a silent audit of my failures, job, love, money, everything, and i leave feeling smaller than before.

i’m not writing this to be dramatic or to fish for pity, it’s more like an inventory, when you lay it all out it’s kind of impressive how consistently bad i am at everything, work, love, home, family, even hobbies don’t stick, i start stuff and quit, gym, drawing, learning a language, all dead after a few weeks, people say “everyone has strengths” but i honestly don’t see mine, maybe being self aware, maybe being honest, or maybe that’s just another excuse, i read quotes like “failure is part of success” or “you just haven’t found your thing yet” and they sound nice but also empty when you’re ten years in and still lost, one therapist once said i should “reframe my narrative” and i nodded and never went back, because reframing doesn’t change the facts, i am bad at things and people notice, maybe i’m just average and expecting too much, or maybe i really do suck more than most, i don’t know, i keep asking myself and now i’m asking you, is there a point where you stop saying it’s bad luck and start admitting you’re the problem; how many chances does a person get before the pattern is just who they are?

man, i was so pumped about this new gig i scored. you ever just hype something up in your head like it's gonna change your life? that's where i was. imagining myself in this dream job, strutting in with that big shot energy, taking over the world one meeting at a time. i thought, finally, i'm about to be where i've always wanted, doing stuff that's meaningful and transformative. but damn, was i wrong. got there and everything felt like a major letdown. the work is dull, the team barely talks to one another unless it's about something trivial like the damn coffee machine breaking down, and don't even get me started on the so-called "growth opportunities" – what a joke. And suddenly, all that confidence I had just plummeted. it's like when you save up all your money for the concert of your all-time favorite band, only for the lead singer to show up inebriated and mumbling half the lyrics. feels like i’ve been suckered into buying a timeshare in disappointment town.

let me tell you about the point when reality hit. we had this big project that i was amped about... finally, a chance to shine. but turns out, the whole thing was just smoke and mirrors. the higher-ups didn't even care about the quality. seemed like they were more into playing politics than actually getting any meaningful work done. my input? brushed off like i'm some peon who speaks gibberish. my self-esteem took a nosedive off a cliff. it's all learning experiences they said, but hell, learning what? learning to suffer in silence while others pretend to paddle the broken canoe? what they don’t put in the job description is that sometimes the job is less about what you do and more about how you fit into the dysfunctional puzzle. gives you some gnarly flashbacks, doesn’t it? someday they’ll write this crap into a tragic comedy and we can all have a good laugh. ever read kafka? feels like that but without the cool existential reflections and too many office memos.

but hey, i'm not gonna sit around here sounding like debbie downer. i'm trying to find that silver lining in all this. recently, i started focusing on the small stuff. like, okay, the job sucks, sure, but that doesn't mean every day is a wash. i’ve met one or two folks who are genuinely decent, which is a rarity. sometimes we grab a beer after work and share horror stories, it helps to blow off steam. the thing is, the truth hurts but it's also kind of liberating, right? i'm learning (slowly, mind you) that i ain’t defined by a lousy job or how the higher-ups see me. that's just a blip on this radar we call life. and man, if there's one thing i've picked up, it's to keep an open mind and not let disappointments tether you. life’s too short to be bogged down by unrealized ideals. chase something else, like finding a passion or a hobby. who knows, maybe i'll be the next youtube sensation cooking questionable recipes. i mean, what’s life without a little spontaneity and gamble? So how do you cope when the daily grind gets you down? just curious if there's any universal hack out there we're all missing. 🤔

I used to be the employee who always got a lot of work, whenever it was related to my specialty, the requests would come to me nonstop. But lately, things have shifted. It feels like they’ve reduced my workload pretty significantly.

On the positive side, I now have more work-life balance. But at the same time, it scares me. What if they’re slowly lowering my workload because they plan to replace me with someone cheaper, or because they think I’m not competent? That thought really worried me at first, especially with how tough the job market is right now and the fact that I have rent and bills to pay.

But slowly, I’m learning to surrender and accept things as they are. I know I’ve done my best, and I’ve never missed a single deadline since the day I started this job.

i don’t even know why I’m so nervous after all these years, maybe because I’m 54 now and everything feels more fragile, even the things I thought I had figured out. I’ve been working in this company for more than 20 years, through restructurations, new managements, endless workflow updates and all the “as per our last email” nonsense that comes with corporate life. and now that I finally have something for myself, my little office at home, the massage table set up, the kinesiology charts pinned on the wall, my magnets sorted in a drawer like some kind of treasure chest, I’m scared stiff of telling my boss I’m quiting. Isn’t that stupid? after two decades of performance reviews, KPI check-ins, regular compliance training and being told I’m “a strong asset”, I should be able to say one simple thing: “I’m leaving.” But he likes the job I do, he always says it, sometimes I even think he relies too much on me. And he doesn’t believe in kinesiology at all, he once called it “that body energy thingy you see on TV” and laughed. So how do I bring this up without sounding like I’ve lost my mind, or like I’m running away from the whole production chain just to go hug crystals ✨?

The weirdest thing is, I’m not unsure about the choice itself. I’m ready. really ready. I’ve read so many books, done trainings, passed exams, practiced on friends, even did a few sessions with co-workers who were brave enough to let me test muscle responses on them. One of them told me, “Honestly, it kinda worked,” which is still my favorite feedback ever. I’ve been doing the logistics too, registering my activity, checking insurance requirements, planning the client intake forms, trying to figure out how to explain muscle testing without sounding like a witch. everything is in place, even the scent diffuser that smells like eucalyptus went crazy last night for some reason. And yet, I freeze every time I imagine the conversation with my boss. He’s not a bad guy, just very...pragmatick. “Evidence-based or nothing,” he told me once when we were talking about stress. I know he’ll look at me like I told him I’m leaving to go join a circus. Should I try small talk first? Should I just say it straight? have you ever had to quit a job when the person in charge thinks your next career is bogus; because that’s exactly my situation and I feel like I’m rehearsing a script that won’t sound right no matter what?

Another part of me still remembers the early days when I was doing data-entry and he was still learning the ropes himself. there was this one time, during a big audit, where I stayed until midnight to help clean up the regulatory documentatoin, and he told everyone the next day, “She saved our asses.” That stuck with me for years, maybe too much. maybe that’s why I feel like announcing my departure is like betraying some old unwriten pact. But I can’t spend the rest of my life worrying about whether someone else is disappointed because I want to follow my own path. I’ve spent over two decades dealing with supply chain anomalies, preparing monthly reports, making sure the backoffice processes don’t collapse over a missing signature, and honestly it’s enough. My body is tired. My shoulders are constantly tight. last winter, I kept thinking, “If I’m helping everyone else stay on track, who’s helping me?” That was the moment I knew something had to change, even if the change made no sens to anyone else. My sister even told me, “At your age, people slow down, not start new weird careers.” But I’m not slowing down, I’m redirecting. Isn’t that allowed?

So now I’m drafting the resignatoin letter, with typos everywhere because my hands are shaking like an idiot. I wrote, “Thank you for the opprotunity,” and didn’t even correct it yet. maybe it shows how human this all is. Maybe it’s fine. The real challenge is deciding whether to explain everything or keep it short. Do I say “I’m becoming a kinesiologist and magnetizer,” or do I just say “pursuing a personnal project”? I keep hearing his voice saying, “We need you in the Q3 cycle,” and I know the timing sucks, but if I don’t do it now, I’ll never do it. life isn’t waiting for the perfect slot in the operational calendar; and neither am I. I keep thinking of that line from a book I read years ago: “Sometimes the door is open, but you have to be the one who walks through.” So maybe that’s what I’ll do. maybe I’ll sit down in his office, smile politely, and say, “I need to talk to you about something important.” And then I’ll just breathe and hope the world doesn’t fall appart. After all, if I can help clients align their energies, surely I can survive telling one man I’m moving on. Right?

Lately a lot of people are getting sick or leaving their jobs. This is a problem for me because we don’t have enough people where I work and right now I’m the person who has to cover when someone’s away. It’s not fair. People are getting frustrated and they’re taking a lot of time off and the other people were working have to cover it. I don’t know what to do half the time. I’m just hoping they come back yet they don’t. I just wish we have more people to fill in. I don’t understand why they don’t wanna come to our job place. It’s just frustrating. I’m just praying that the person who is away today will come back tomorrow or there’s someone filling in because I don’t wanna do this every time because I have other stuff too at my job.