When I woke up that morning, I wasn’t expecting to submit my resignation, but after a few things happened I decided that it was time to let go. This article will come out March 8th, which means that tomorrow would be my last day. I’m not going to get into the details of why I left but I do believe that best case scenario, I would have stayed. I started working for this agency in October of 2021 so over the past year and a bit, I’ve learned heaps and have been able to make all sorts of friends. I think that in the past I was more keen to grow and learn – try to be the best that I can be. However since December, I’ve felt a bit suffocated.
I don’t think it was the workload in particular, I can always handle myself and have put in the OT to get the job done. I think it was the nature of the work, which I found draining and a bit redundant. I think at the end of the day, I just wanted more and decided that I might not have had the opportunity for more if I stayed where I was, as I was feeling complacent. Sure, I could have advocated for myself a bit more but I do feel like sometimes you just don’t know what you don’t know and I really do feel like I was in a position where I wasn’t aware of the pull or influence that I had. Regardless of all the what if’s and the should have’s I do want to say that I really loved the people that I worked with and that it was such a positive experience. But I am happy to move on and try something new.
Naturally, when you quit a job, people will ask you where you’re off to next. For me, I have nothing lined up. A bit dodgy for me to just up and quit without having something lined up but as I mentioned earlier – I wasn’t expecting to quit that day. I’ve been telling people for a long time now that if I quit my job, I’d just go off and travel the world and party on an island. Disappear for a few months to hide my degenerate ways. But as I laid in bed the following Saturday, I realized that it wasn’t enough. I ended up applying for over 20 jobs, wrote cover letters like a mad man and buffed my CV. I used to hate when my coworkers would call me a workaholic as I would literally call into work on vacation or work at 6 a.m. and occasionally logoff around midnight – but I can’t help it. I felt restless not doing something. And hey, I’ve already done an interview and passed the first round, so things aren’t going poorly.
Whether I get a job within the month or not though, I’m going to try my best to get the latest start time as possible. If I don’t get a job this soon, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to just take a few months off working. Fortunately I’ll be going on a nine day trip to London, Nice, and Dublin with some of the lads at the beginning of April, as well as visiting a friend in Austin, TX the week after I get back from Europe. I want to have fun, I want to feel like me. It’s been awhile since I’ve been 100% Baron and recently I’ve felt like I’ve been living in my own shadow. I’ve been burning out from working seven days a week, plus the pressure I put on myself to do well, it’s just not a good look. So if you’re a friend and you’re reading this from somewhere far from me, reach out – I don’t know when I’ll start working again but in the meantime, maybe I’ll visit you. Right now, I feel fragmented and need to do some soul searching and maybe I left some of it with you the last time with saw each other.
By the way, I’m not sad (anymore). I’m a little nervous, a little excited, and a little bored, so please invite me to sleep on your couch.