Deep Inside My Thoughts

I quit my job last week.  Or rather, I turned in my notice and was content to wait out my two weeks in bliss, my spirits risen that I was getting out.  I guess it isn’t that easy to leave.

Kent got fired today while my dad was down.  I took the news seriously at first, maybe a little giddy at first because of his termination.   Those thoughts soon gave way to other serious ones, like my work week just increased by a third.  The second thought was, Gene is going to be fucked over badly.  And the third was, I’m going to have to stay so that doesn’t happen.

I don’t know why I would, or rather, am staying.  I’m not really happy here at the moment.  Everyday I work there stresses me out more and more, and for the hours I work, the pay isn’t that great.   It always ends up that I do what I do for the people I work with.  So because I feel such camaraderie with the people I work with, I’ll stay for now.  I’ll give it my best, and go to work, and do what I need to do.  I won’t be happy about it, I won’t be content, but I’ll get things done.

There’s a breath of fresh air in the termination of a manager.   I felt better when I heard he was gone, and I know other people will too.  The question that remains is simple: how will him being gone drive people?  Will they be happier that an unpopular manager is gone?  Or will they just give up, and not work as hard.  It will be tough to inspire and motivate the team from here on.  I just wonder if Gene and I are up to it.