Categories
Antiwork

I want to quit, I can quit, but for some reason I can’t get the energy to do it

My job is killing me by inches. It’s got me so stressed and upset, every day is some new crisis. I’ve been yelled at for things I have no control over and when I took a vacation I came back to find a pile of undone work on my desk because apparently if I’m not there this shit just won’t get done. At the same time, I am lucky in that I’ve ended up with a financial windfall that would allow me to quit point blank. I could walk out the door whenever I want to and be safe for as long as it took to find a better job, or even pursue my own project that I’ve been working on when work hadn’t sucked all my soul out for the day. But here’s the fucking kicker; as much as I want to and can leave, I find myself stalling.…


My job is killing me by inches. It’s got me so stressed and upset, every day is some new crisis. I’ve been yelled at for things I have no control over and when I took a vacation I came back to find a pile of undone work on my desk because apparently if I’m not there this shit just won’t get done.

At the same time, I am lucky in that I’ve ended up with a financial windfall that would allow me to quit point blank. I could walk out the door whenever I want to and be safe for as long as it took to find a better job, or even pursue my own project that I’ve been working on when work hadn’t sucked all my soul out for the day.

But here’s the fucking kicker; as much as I want to and can leave, I find myself stalling. I look at everyone’s vacation and try to think of the best timing so that they can replace me without too much hassle. I wonder if it would be better if I switched to part time work there and maybe that would help. I think about the times my manager has been friendly to me rather than an asshole and I don’t want to put more work on their plate.

I know I am fundamentally attributing a humanity and kindness to my higher ups that they do not have for me. I need a verbal kick in the pants about this, and so I turn to you, denizens of antiwork, to snap me out of whatever this bullshit is that has me in its clutches.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *