Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Yo, I'm bouncing.

From what I’ve gathered, many people my age do not like their jobs. That being said, no one in his or her right mind will complain about any employment “in this economy.”

So as a recent quitter myself, my best advice is “just put in your two weeks notice!” Most people will hear this advice and automatically think that the benefits will manifest in two weeks—when you no longer have to work at your boring job. However, in my experience, the gratification was instantaneous.

As soon as I announced my plans to leave the radio station where I worked, I was relieved of so many burdens. No longer did I have to wrestle with my potentially reckless decision to quit a stable paycheck. It was done. My decision was made. That was that. I also did not have to grapple with telling my manager that I was leaving and her potential disappointment. I had told her; she was surprised; she was disappointed. But despite her disbelief of my choices, she was also supportive, which assured me that I had made an exciting decision. I had been hiding my plans to move for over 2 months—and that can put a huge strain on someone as candid and outspoken as I am. Within mere hours of my resignation, I was able to chat freely about my move and upcoming job search. Clearly I liked the office environment, because for my remaining 3 1/2 days of employment, I stuck it out, serving 9-hour days. I didn’t exactly intend on sitting at work that much—after all I no longer had to pretend I was busy. I just had to clean out my desk and prepare my client files for the Account Executive who would replace me.

Of course it was easier for me to enjoy my final days at work compared to many disgruntled peers, because I didn’t hate my job. It had been a difficult decision to leave in the first place. Here I was with a job where I loved my managers, the “higher ups,” my co-workers, the overall company culture, and of course, all the perks that come with working for popular radio stations. In fact, my last week of work was so pleasant that I soon started doubting my choice to leave. In the face of major changes, it is so easy to forget the days where I was bored to death with Norfolk and frustrated with my job.

But I’ve paid for my apartment and my roommate is counting on me, so there is no turning back now. But at least I can leave this job with fond memories of my experiences, co-workers, supervisors, and socializing-away my last week.

My experience was romance-free.


  1. you better not put this all on me, BOUNCEEE.

  2. yay claire! can't wait for your move!

  3. so what ever happened once you moved to New York?