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Subscribe to RSSWith the unemployment rate at 8.1 percent, most people don’t have the luxury of quitting their jobs at all, let alone in a dramatic fashion.
But we can sure dream about it.
A post this week on the dramatic ways that some people have said “I quit” prompted a lot of readers to confess that they, too, have made a dramatic exit from their workplace – in their imagination, anyway.
Many readers admitted that their fantasy quitting scenario involves winning the lottery.
“My dream has always been to win the lottery, take command of the company intercom and read aloud my (expletive) you list. Ahhh!” one reader wrote.
Other readers admitted that though they’d dreamed of a grand finale, instead they’d settled for a more mundane exit.
“I worked for a church; I should have told the priest that for Lent, I was giving up my job,” one reader wrote.
Instead, the reader submitted a regular letter of resignation.
Another reader was apparently saved from the temptation of quitting dramatically by our story.
“I’m glad I read this. I’m on the brink of telling my boss what a big idiot he is but going to get a better job first then tell him how I feel,” another wrote.
Many readers also told their real stories of actually quitting jobs dramatically, but plenty of others cautioned against burning bridges, no matter how tempting it may be.
“It's possible to leave without losing your professionalism and maturity by sinking to their level. Why give them more leverage?” one reader wrote.
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I left my job in November 2011. I sent an e-mail to myself listing the top 10 reasons I couldn't work for my boss anymore. I didn't send it to the boss of my boss but that pesky IT Dept. did. Karma, what goes around comes around. Can you imagine the last review for my former boss by his boss? My e-mail spoke of him playing on the internet while he loaded us down with work, it spoke of him being the last one in and the first to leave everyday, it spoke of his 5-6 weeks of vacation to my 0. It spoke of his bad breath and body odor. It spoke of his working from home alot (wink-wink). It spoke of his rude behavior towards us. It spoke of his male chauvanism. He was the President of our company but was such a failure--his boss in Europe had no clue until I came along. Ha-ha.
It may sound cruel but I still laugh to this day. I have always been gifted with great bosses but this functioning alcoholic deserved it. References? Not worried starting my own business.
I quit my job to run my own business -- run my own life, by being a public secretary/typist. But clients ran me. They peeked in my windows, phoned me and kept me working at all hours. I survived for 3 years before I hit a slump from which I could not recover.
I heard the mailman at my mailbox by the door and knew deep in my soul that he had just deposited the check I needed to live on. But there was only a magazine. In it was a booklet with directions to turn my life over to God for Him to take care of me.
I followed the directions and began writing poetry, some of which included directions to change this and that and finally to close up my business.
That was in 1986. I have followed Jesus ever since. Oh, except some times. Once in a dream I was far ahead on a trail while Jesus and his true followers were so far behind they looked like ants. Waving my hands, I cried out, "Come on, this is where we're going." Jesus replied, "You're supposed to be following. Remember?" Needless to say, I've had to change a lot about me.
Although I've been inches away from homelessness, dollars away from hunger and other testing grounds, I have always wound up having all that I needed and then not only some of my wants, but lots of them.
For those who want to know the directions: I decided to give my free will to God to do His will for me, asking for nothing more than He take care of me. Then I asked God, through Jesus Christ, to forgive me my sins. I read from the booklet out loud, "I know my sins have been forgiven for Jesus died on the cross to save me from them." Then I thanked Him for forgiving my sins, for my life, for all that I have and for His love and guidance. I praised Him in words I had learned in church before I quit going several years prior. Then I asked Him to take care of me. I had just made a covenent with God. But it took quite some time to understand that He couldn't really help me until I closed m business -- my way of life and embraced His way completely.