I don’t even know where to start, but I need to get this out somewhere people will understand.
The place I’ve been working at has been… honestly awful. Disorganized, unsupportive, constantly shifting expectations, and just this underlying feeling that no one actually cares if you succeed or not. I’ve been stressed, exhausted, and questioning myself way more than I should have been.
A recent example that still doesn’t sit right with me: I was written up after taking time to go see my mom while she was dying. Then I was told that if I didn’t return to work immediately after her funeral, I could face another write-up.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around that. There was no compassion, no flexibility—just policies and pressure at one of the worst moments of my life.
And the day-to-day environment? Petty, passive-aggressive, weird power dynamics. The kind of place where someone is already complaining about how “loud” you are after you’ve been in an office for three days—despite barely even talking. Where people joke about going around leadership instead of addressing things directly.
I’ve been trying to hold it together through all of this while also dealing with real life—grief, parenting, just… everything. And this job has been making it so much harder than it needed to be.
But.
I got a verbal offer for a new job.
Better pay. Better schedule. Better benefits. And from everything I can tell so far, a much healthier environment.
I’m waiting on the official offer letter before I give notice, because I’ve learned enough not to jump too soon. But knowing I’m getting out of this place feels like I can finally breathe again.
Part of me is still like “this doesn’t feel real yet,” but I’m holding onto it.
I just needed to say it somewhere: I’m leaving. I’m actually leaving.