After managing a wheel building/powdercoating shop I finally worked a notice and quit. Wife and I had our first and he’s perfect, and I was sick of missing so much time with him. I’d work 9-12hr days with no air circulation and no AC (in the south). I’d get home with no energy and would get super frustrated when my son got fussy.
Finally told myself fuck this and turned in a notice. I got no thank you, no goodbye. Ran the show for 3 years and got nothing. Was expected to train everyone on my role and my boss took his 2nd vacation in a month my last week. Didn’t even text me that whole last week. 9 people worked there on 1/1, now there’s 2.
Feel like I fled a burning building. Now I get to bond with my son. It’s such a weird feeling. Been employed my whole life since the 12th grade. It’ll be an adjustment but it’s what’s best. Also signed up for therapy because I might hold just a little resentment towards my old boss.
Don’t let a job stop you from being happy. Quit and find yourself. Cheers.