So I put in my notice. It was a Friday. Not yesterday, but a Friday. Recently. Goodbye. No more Corporate America. Although I’m tempted to say for now, I keep telling myself don’t speak that mess into my life. I’m writing. Full time. Don’t ever want to look back. Well, I’d look but not go. I mean Corporate America has given me much content that must be reviewed, chuckled about, and worked in to some character’s crazy life.
I put my notice in. Nicely presented my plans to my boss. Wrote a lovely resignation letter. Cool. It took a lot of deep breathing because you know this is a huge step, right? I’m taking my life and career into my own hands. Living a life by my own design. So yes, yes it is a huge freaking deal! In case you were struggling there.
So Monday rolls around and I have another conversation with my boss. She asks if I feel better about our conversation from Friday. I’m so confused. Did I not walk away happy? Had I not done some of the best adulting in my entire life? Did she not say, “You seem happy so I’m happy for you?” I hesitate to answer because honestly I’m not sure how. But then the craziest thing happens. She says, “I mean you gave me your notice and I didn’t yell at you…”
Insert big lurk eyes here. WTF? Yell at me? I tell you I’m leaving the company to pursue my dreams and live out my passion and you think I expected you to yell at me? But wait, you thought I would’ve tolerated it? Who the hell have I been these past few months? What face do you see? Certainly not someone I’m familiar with. Maybe I’m in that movie where the guy takes on someone else’s life to learn a lesson. I think Nick Cage is in that one. Well as with anything so off the wall, you know anything she said after that was a total blur. Not even cause I was raging. I promise you I wasn’t. I was legit trying to figure out what scenario was possible where she would’ve yelled at me and it would’ve been okay. I didn’t come up with any but I was really trying to see where she was coming from.
Needless to say, I haven’t resolved this yet and it’s quite possible I never will. My daughter’s GG says that was my confirmation that I was making the right decision. My girlfriend says that was confirmation that the woman is crazy. Is it weird that I don’t dislike the woman? Like if I didn’t have these confrontations with her (which has been on more than one occasion and she has no idea they are received as confrontational) I’d like her. I mean I do like her in a twisted, “I think you’re crazy, got me all the way effed up, but we all have our issues,” sort of way.
However, I do believe that the occurrence is absolutely absurd. Can you imagine being yelled at for daring to be great? I mean if that’s the case get ready to be hoarse.