You can’t fire me… I quit!

I quit my job today…… Sort of. I wrote a politely scripted e-mail to my boss and the people I thought had to know, announcing that ‘as per our recent discussion’, I would be exploring other interests, and thusly, would be tendering my resignation for the 26th of June, 2015. Or some ‘adult-y’ thing similarly worded….

A part of me, the gregarious, hilarious, audience-loving part of me wanted to rant a little…… Let them know how much my soul has died since I started working here…… Remind them of how utterly disappointed I am morning after morning arriving at work to find it NOT engulfed in flames….. Suggest that I woke up full of positivity, ready to start a fresh day, only to realize I had no further fucks to give….. Convey to them that the next best thing to quitting my job, has been fantasizing about quitting my job……

Refer to those first three adjectives! But of course, I did no such thing….. I could use a good reference at some point I’m sure, and burning bridges is foolish and unnecessary….. But imagine how epic it would have been if only for a minute!! And for all that hot-shot shit talk, I cried for the next three days driving to work thinking of the awesome team I would be leaving behind. Make no bones about it, this has been the worst nursing job I’ve had in my short career, but absolutely the best team of nurses I’ve ever worked with, without question and it will be tough to say farewell.