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I had gotten so tired of my job, and by extension life out here in Washington, that I was planning on quitting. Felt like things kept getting worse and worse. Only reason I didn't quit was because driving cross country in the middle of winter seemed insane. So I decided I'd stick around till March, quit my job, NEET for a bit, attend sakuracon, and leave after that.
Whelp, my company finally decided to stop stringing me along and decided to send me to Texas for reals this time. Just as it was looking like a good time to quit.
Work got especially terrible, more so than ever before. They've been pushing us to implement this automation system which will make most of our jobs obsolete. They just sort of expected us to figure it out and get it done with no documentation and pretty much no training. All that stuff I mentioned about faking results and lying about my job? Well it caught up to me. Because I was getting transferred, I naturally had to train a replacement. This meant teaching them how to do technical stuff I haven't done in months, most of which I entirely forgot how to do and some I had no idea at all how to do. Last week I had to somehow figure out how to deal with this, a boss wanting to remote into my work station to watch me perform some tasks (which I had said worked but now weren't), and another boss got on my case about incorrectly doing this or that, asking how I did so and so, I couldn't find a way to worm my way out of things anymore and was so tired of doing so anyway that I snapped and just told him the truth about faking it. I was expecting to get fired but, somehow that didn't happen? I kept expecting something in the days following but things kinda just... went on. I had been so stressed I wanted to quit right then and there, but the transfer was going to be in less than two weeks at this point, so putting in a two week notice didn't make much sense. I put in for some time off just to get away from his hell for a bit but that got rejected, at least for how long I asked for anyway. I did manage to get two weeks off to pack/move at least.
Today was my last day there. I had been very literally counting down the days.
It's hard to really express how stressful it got there, I was mentally exhausted when getting off work and had to force myself to go back. It really got me thinking about what I left behind and why I came out here. For months I've been doing two hours of driving each day to and from a job I hate, back to an apartment with half my stuff packed because I wasn't sure how long I was going to be there.
I kept thinking, this isn't much of a life. I've been letting some company eat away at my time and life, with nothing to show for it but a few toys and gadgets I'd buy here and there when not flushing half of what I make into the cost of staying here and working that job, and the other half I'd only get to keep if I'm lucky and some random expense doesn't come up, and something always seems to come up...
I left a paid off house in a small friendly(maybe kinda racist) town that was easy going and affordable, for 'this', but a lot of it really was getting away from my mom. Life out here might be a bit depression and at times stressful, but I was getting pretty miserable living with her and needed a break. So if nothing else, coming out here was good for that. I thought it'd be nice to have an actual career, since I didn't have much of anything before.. I guess I shouldn't be ungrateful for the opportunity I was given but I really can't see myself doing this for the rest of my life. Even the higher tier positions in the company don't seem that much better.
In the end I think I'm possibly just too old and too severely screwed up mentally to have any chance of turning things around and making a new life for myself. I'm not even sure what I expected. Having fun, making friends, creating connections, doing a job I could be proud of, making decent money, getting into better shape. ...A year and half latter I did none of those.
So now I head back to Texas, accepting the fact I failed. I'll do the new job they stick me on for a while and see how it goes. It looks like they might be covering my transfer, but apparently I have to stay with them for a year or I'll have to pay out of pocket the moving fees. I'll be paying those anyway if I quit now so at least with them there's a chance of getting it covered. I guess I'm just tired...
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