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and on that bombshell, lettuce explain. actually no, that's it, I gave in my written notice.
so I've been obviously thinking about this seriously for quite sometime. waking up of a morning thinking about job hunt jargon like 'brand ambassador'. a number of 'well ok, that sounds alright but its nothing special' job adverts passed over when I should've tried, because I've already got a 'ok but not really job'.
20 years I've worked for the shoppe. seen many changes and many comings and goings.
and currently its wildly shit.
poor management (not poor managers per se, they are trying but they are run aground), so low staff morale, very unhappy customers, a number of new system being implemented all at the same time, and of course this has gone disasterously wrong.
I could go on and on about specifics but I won't. I like my direct team. I like (most) of the other colleagues and managers, but it the Company that is awful.
so, especially as I live with them, I told/justified myself to myparents. my mum was, well about time. my dad was a grouchy 'well if that's what you want to do'. which is dad speak for ok.
I have some savings. I can support myself and pay my way for a couple of months. and I realise i'm very privelaged that if it all goes tits up, i'm not gonna starve or be evicted.
and besides, I've said it before, theres always amazon! lots of factory work round here.
I typed it up over the weekend. basically copied a template off the interwebs cos I really wasn't sure what I should say.
Tuesday morning (I don't work Mondays) I go in. one of my direct managers happened to be in the office (I have 2 direct managers and you're lucky if you ever see them tbh). I handed him the envelope and said it was my notice. he thought I was taking the piss. no, really I said, turning to my colleague who was there, no, really. she didn't look at all surprised. like not a flicker. g meanwhile looked liked he'd gone into shock. oh. so have you got another job?
no. and so the expression on his face from everyone to come over the rest of the week. confusion, fear, confusion, disappointment, pride, confusion.
I gave him the speech about time for a change, do a bit of volunteer work, try something new etc. honest I wish i'd just lied and said yes, because people just can't handle it! lol.
he has not said anything to me about my leaving since. wait, I've just had a thought. I hope its been, like, accepted and put through th system because I've not be told anything official like. hmm.
anyway. a couple of hours later, I told the other boss, who said nice things, and its a shame etc. but then the jungle drums had been at work, and I was the talk of the town!
the deputy mamager came to find me. but why, has something happened, is there anything I can do? gave the speech. oh he said, you'll be missed, its a great loss to the store etc.
i'll be missed!
considering this guy is a humourless stressbucket, it was actually kind words.
later that afternoon my former department boss hollered at me across the shoppe lobby, 'oi, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?' followed by, I don't blame you, you're doing the right thing, well done.
and this was just day one.
everyday, someone else was coming up to me. 'is it true?'. 'but why'. 'where are you going?' me; nowhere, but I'll get something. 'oh wow. that's so brave'.
I even had someones husband, who I only know from chitchat while he waits to pick her up, say 'I've heard you're leaving'. so that means T was talking to him at home about my decision! lol.
the store manager has said nothing to me. probably doesn't give a shit. a department manager who is leaving has suddenly started talking to me, never did before. mostly him slagging off the way he;s been treated. he's going to work at, wait for it, m&s! along with a couple of the people who were redundecifed back in the summer. so i'm keeping in nice in case I end up applying there!
plus I do think he's a nice chap. young enough to be my son!
but that's the thing. jobs, like many things, don't suddenly turn bad overnight, its just a series of ugly nibbles. and until someone points it out you don't realise quite how bad it's got. friends, former shoppe colleagues, young mr pasty himself, describe their jobs, and you think, whoh. actually....
and you know, my dance card is suddenly packed from mid November when I leave.
i'll be using that time to get fitter, and stonger while I have more free time to go to the gym.
I will finish this tedious online course I started, and just practice my learning.
I will be able to actually have the time to cook/make the Christmas goodies I say im going to do every year, instead of falling into a tub of celebrations and exhaustion stupor.
I've been press ganged into supporting my nieces school fete that I've never ever been able to attend. ('unless I get a job by then'. my mum; 'why would you do that? have a rest till christmas'. who knew my mum was such the idler)
plus 'fact finding' visits to potential job haunts such as the Shopping Village and nearby national trust plaes.
plus, I wanna do some local volunteer charidee work. even if only a couple hours a week. still waiting on hearing back.
and theres the possibility of house sitting.
not to mention, actualy job hunting.
frankly who has time for work! and if I do end up bored, I have many hours of catchup tv and Netflix.
and one last one. the former departemt manager (her of the yelling) has been saying to me for ages she want to leave. when we were talking at me, she said her and her partner had had a long talk the night before about her leaving or not.
so yesterday she tells me on the quiet she is leaving but almost no one knows yet. she wanted to tell S herself before rumour hit (they are good friends)
later after she told her, me a S were quietly chatting ('good for her') and S said that A said i'd inspired her to take a chance.
Oh, confused. This has made me so happy! I know you've been wanting to do it for so long and I know it's hard to make that leap into the unknown but I believe it to be a good thing. You'll be fine. You need a rest. And something will turn up, it always does. And in the meantime, you can have a go at other stuff that might lead to something turning up.
my heroic status continues lol. there was a social group meeting today and apparently I was mentioned as a symbol of how crappy things have become. 'when people who have been here 20 years are leaving without even another job to go to'.
'brave' was said again. ffs. i'm not storming the trenches at flanders. brave.*roll eyes* its just a pissing job!
its very very weird though. today I was removing my bag from my staff locker and it snagged on that bolt that sticks out, like it has done for ten years. I've had that locker ten years. its my locker. I feel duty bound to leave a warning not about that bolt for the next owner of the MY locker.
after 20 years I have friends there who started with babies and toddlers, who are now growed up with jobs and wedding s and babies of their own.
people there who I was at school with.
its actually the longest 'relationship' I've had (other than family). longer than my school years, longer than any boyfriend.
I really don't know how to feel about some of this.
though mostly I feel relief tbh!
and I've been wafting through this week just doing whatever thae fuck I want. i'm no longer spending my time having to plan ahead 6 week work because fuck this shit.
and fuck yeah, day one I slept in till 11.30am! 20 years of exhaustion right there.
day 2 I arose at a much more civilised time of about 10am. tbf at the moment my freedom is an illusion. sunday Monday were my days off anyway. rest of the week will feel like i'm just on holiday.
frankly i'm busy doing busy work. I've sorted some paperworks, wrapped a birthday present. i'm working my way up to doing some housework but I don't want to burn myself out.
my last day was weird. I was literally banished to working 'on the landing' all on my lonesome! otoh, I was away from customers and everyone has to come through there so I did very little actual work and lots of standing around chatting to passing colleagues and getting hugs from random people.
as is tradition when someone from Team Clothing leaves we always have a 'surprise party' involving presents and cake made by J.
it was getting on for 3pm and I was wondering where my cake was (I finished at 4).
the cake was amazing as expected. I got loads of nice gifts, including a t shirt printed up with my repetitive sayings 'what the fuck is this shit?' and more!
and the store manager managed to rustle up my 20 years service badge lol. they also gave me a gift card for the 20 year service although i'm fairly sure you're not supposed to get anything for 20 years except a slap round the head but i'll take it. plus its still not clear if i'll get that 50 quid bonus (see other thread).
so after all that I've been informed theres no way i'm allowed back and get lost!
Oh wow! I don't know how I missed this thread! Massive congrats confused It sounds a bit like when I sacked off teaching nine years ago (is it really nine years?? Whoa) - there were some sticky moments for sure, but far more great ones and I've never looked back. Hope it works out at least that well for you.
This is already sounding like the beginning of something great...
well i did get my arse in gear and go put in a few hours 'work' with the local wildlife trusts group. compared to das shoppe, dragging bits of tree around in the pissing rain and mud mere yards away from a busy road and trainline was a fukin peice of cake! it was great. loved being outside. plus there was actaul cake at the end but i've been told this isn't usual! going back next week. hopefully my sawing arm will have stopped hurting by then.
also pretty damn inspirational to see the results of your work actaully happen. (istead of the shoppe way which is start something, get called to do something else, go help elsewhere, start to go back to origianl task, stop again, run out of time, get back to original task three days later).
also i know fuck all about doing this sort of thing. theres me, 'oh yeah i wanna do nature conservation work'. i know nothing. there was a 14 year old there. she knows more than me.
brought it all home i can tell you.
oh, but we built half a dead fence around the sad pond, so that was cool.
Small world... after I sacked off teaching I did some conservation volunteering at an RSPB reserve, like you not really knowing much about it or whether it even the sort of thing I wanted to do. It turned out that it wasn't really for me, but in the short term I really enjoyed helping out at a place that I'd always enjoyed visiting... putting something back I guess. It really helped me clear my head after Shithouse College, though, that's for sure.
Hey Slacker, small world indeed, I worked at Shithouse College for seventeen freaking years.
(Might have been a different Shithouse College, tho')
Given the nature of FE, I would venture to suggest that there's a Shithouse College in every major town and city across the UK. I defer to your seventeen years, though; I only managed to stick it for nine!
well i haven't been up to much tbh. a third sesh with the wildlife trust. our hedge is coming on nicely. it starts up again in january. i really like the way you can a) see the results of your work right away b) only having to work for about 4 hours (with tea break) so at the point where your body goes, ok stop now, you do! c) every time a cool bird chirrips or you find a great diving beetle crawling about under the frozen pond ice, not only does no-one bitch at you for stopping to look, but everyone joins in too.
other than that. bit of home yoga. *toying* with taking up jogging. but lol. practiced by jogging on the spot while the kettle boiled earlier. my cat was horribly unimpressed by this. what i should do is dig out my bike, but, well, idle.
otoh, my back probs has improved MASSIVELY now i'm no longer at das shoppe. every single day i would have to do about 25 minutes of 'stretches' (a mix of cool down stretching, yoga,pilates) when i finished work, before even sitting down and vegging out, or making dinner or anything, in order to not seize up, and unlock my stiff lower body.
but now i can move enough daily to do exercise that is good rather than just damage control.
in addition i think i have lost weight! which is doubly awesome given the amount of lazying and chips! but now its the celebration of the birth of chocolate and snacks, so we'll see.
been paying much homage to the goddess deletecia, but clearing out tons of crap saved on my computer. yet to sort out my phone. remember when lazy daisy and tipsy and me went camping a couple of years ago? for some reason those photos are saved in 5 folders! 2 lots in my phone and 3 in my computer. how? why? now, one place. and when i find my photo flash stick thingy, there too.
been practicing my 'office' skills too. but not excel. because i don't know how to do excel other than a basic spreadsheet. i need to learn this but its sooo boring.
and of course netflix. having looked at the tv schedules over christmas and it being a quiet family affair here, i have got a lovely selection of films bookmarked on amazon video. so thats me sorted for christams.
its amazing how doing nothing much keeps you busy.