I quit my job today and now the guilt is driving me insane
Which is really dumb, right? They can fire me with no notice and with no care for my well-being, yet I can't get over the fact that I'm quitting without a 2 weeks notice. I work with good people and we've been really understaffed lately. Work has been hell and I'm only adding to it by leaving like this, but the opportunity to leave came quickly and will go quickly of I don't jump on the offer. I already asked about delaying, but they'll pass on me if I decide I can't leave due to my current circumstances. So I quit and now I'm fighting the urge to just walk out. I could. It wouldn't be hard, but that would make me feel guilty, too. I'm doing this to better myself. I'm trying to go back to school and this new job is going to give me a huge boost in pay. I'm going from $17.56 an hour to $24+ an hour, which isn't the best pay in the world, but it's a hell of a lot better than what I'm currently making (and is more than any of my family members currently make in a year, aside from my dad). It comes with benefits, with weekly pay, and a flexible schedule. The only real downside is no PTO until a year of employment, but that won't really be an issue since this new iob will allow me some actual breathing room with my finances. With the job I'm leaving, I've been barely surviving. My bills keep going up. I stress over every dollar spent, and at one point, I was in a decent amount of debt for the amount I have to work with. The only reason I've made it as far as I have has been because of my support system, and now I'll actually have the means to support them in kind.
I don't really know what the point of this is. I guess I just needed to put my thoughts down on paper while I wait for the other shoe to drop. I have a feeling I'm going to be faced with many pissed coworkers today and that idea fills me with dread. I have a diagnosed fear of confrontation. I want so badly just to pack up my stuff and head out early, but that feels like an extra nail in an already messed up coffin. I'm going to stick it out, but god, does it hurt me to do so. Especially since I considered several people to be friends and this just feels like giving them a middle finger and telling them to fuck off. Which I guess I kind of am, but I have to put myself ahead of other people. I can't keep living the way I have been over the last year. I mean, the stress has been so bad I've had heart palpitations. Half of my health issues are related to my finances, and I finally have a chance to change that. I can't set myself on fire to keep my coworkers warm. They'll get through it, even if they're cursing me in the meantime.