So, the other day I gave four weeks’ notice from my job. I was reasonably well-adjusted when getting ready for work, but by the time I got there I couldn’t face another day without resourcing, stability, certainty, sanity and some damn strategy. Now I am having a major panic attack that with my courage comes too large an accompanying dose of stupidity.
The stand-in boss asked what would convince me to stay and I said I didn’t know. I’ve made my concerns and proposed solutions clear for months and my employer has continually ignored me and supported what I think is an unreasonable way of operating. (I guess he wanted me to say something really easy that would make it all better …) If I can glean anything amusing from this, if the counter-offer is a piece of crap I’ll be gone a few days before the real boss returns from an illness — the real boss hasn’t called yet which means the stand-in boss is hiding it from him. I can’t wait to see what happens there.
I am pretty good at managing people, projects and making things happen. I am good at recruiting, office management and admin stuff and can do pretty and clever things with Microsoft products. I have a driver’s licence, ABN and high security clearance. If anyone knows of something coming up full time or contract in Melbourne city or southern suburbs, use your six degrees of separation and call me now (I’m also good at sounding like those Nutrimetics ads).
I’m running a little competition for what I might do next, so please let me know your ideas. I have already been suggested prostitute (I’m too old), real estate agent (I’m too honest and can’t be arsed working six days a week), funeral planner (morbid but not a bad idea with an ageing society), renovator and operator of local pub (I don’t have the money) and event planner (could be a goer and I could call it Pissed on the Peninsula).
Crank-o-meter: really, really confused