So. I up and quit my job last month.
I had been at the company for about 13 months, a much shorter time than initially planned (given that my trajectory down the road was to step up as company Director of Communications). The funny thing is, I really loved my job.
It was incredibly demanding at times (and truthfully way too big for one person), but it also gave me a sense of purpose, I felt appreciated overall, and I felt that I was able to make a difference in my work. As the old saying goes, however, “people don’t leave jobs—they leave managers,” and that certainly held true for me.
It was quite an interesting situation. When we were “on,” things were great. But there were some problems with anger, control issues, and over-the-top (and unwarranted) micromanagement that just weren’t getting better. It quickly became a miserable environment to work in…and I finally walked away. If you know anything about my past romantic relationships, you know I’m not good at giving up on people. It’s something I’m working on, and I will probably have to do so for the rest of my life.
But sometimes, leaving is just a choice you have to make for your own physical, mental, and emotional health. And I finally did it.