I Quit My Job Today
It’s difficult to quit a job that I actually like. The first two times I accepted positions abroad, I was both excited for the big changes and to leave jobs I was unhappy at. It made the whole process easy. Hell, I burst into those old managers’ offices with bounding enthusiasm when I announced my two weeks’ notice.
This time, with a new job abroad accepted, it was tough and genuinely stressful to finally take both feet off a path I was already preparing to move on from. It’s been a great three-ish years at this company, and I’ll make the most of these last two weeks, and hopefully be able to keep in touch with some of my favorite colleagues.
This will also mark the end of six years working fully remote, almost to the month that my old job in Beijing told us to not come back to the office in early 2020. I went back to L.A. when they closed-up shop several months later. After six years and moving on from two companies later, my new job is slated to be hybrid. I’ll be living in a city where I won’t need a car so I’m actually not dreading it. Despite loving my remote routine, I know my social skills have taken an isolation-created nosedive these last several years, and I'm looking forward to getting them back to the level they were pre-pandemic. I’ll go into that in a future post.
So yes, while quitting a job I liked is bittersweet and stressful, taking action always beats indecision. I feel a weight off my shoulders. Let’s frickin’ go.