20 April marks the day i say goodbye to my current organistion.
It took me many months of deliberation before finally deciding to hand in my resignation letter, but the relentless pressure of having to handle work in 2 different departments before i transferred (happened September 2015-ish) to having to adapt to a completely different nature of work while suffering from the disastrous aftermath of a new system launch took its toll on me. I was mentally stressed and unhappy. My hair was falling out in small bunches. And worst of all, I was an angry mother and wife to the people i love.
Do I regret my decision? Yes and no.
Yes - if it wasn't for the crap system launched, there's a possibility that i would have stayed on. There is a learning curve for all things new; i recognise that. But i was laboriously climbing up that curve while trying to tackle the by-product of the system launch. To be fair, every single person in my dept is pushed to their working limits and beyond. I am just that first person to acknowledge by walking away that things are intolerable; that I am not a happy person anymore. I will miss the people that i have meet in the organisation, the decent paycheck and not having to work hard for the company's next dollar. But more importantly, i want to be happy for myself and my family. Not to stress at odd moments on weekends on how to clear the backlog that is still piling up. And especially not to feel broken with a sinking feeling every morning as i step into the office.
No - For the next few months till i get a new job, I will be able to spend precious moments with the kids, especially K who seems to grow up just a little bit each day. Soon she will be her own person (as if she isn't already *snort*) but she's growing too quickly for my liking. Where did that helpless baby with coconut tree hair go??
Counting down 5 more weeks till i finally can leave for good and enjoy a happy birthday with people i love, not dashing around trying to get too many things done in too short a period. :) :) :)
