Right, so I've been planning my great escape for a while now, but taking my time, trying not to rush things.
Then finally snapped on Thursday last week and pinned boss down regarding some issues I've been having for the last 9 months with regards to HR and lack thereof. He wussed out as usual and finally admitted he couldn't re-evaluate my role nor give me a raise based on the increased amount of work and responsibility.
My reaction was actually kind of cool, in that for once I didn't stumble for words and haven't been kicking myself afterwards thinking 'I should have said this' or wishing I hadn't broken down into itty bitty little pieces.
So my reaction was to tell him calmly and forcefully that under the circumstances he could fully expect my resignation.
He of course has avoided me since and the one conversation we have had involved him sitting there trying not to look so scared (his lower lip gave it away with the quaking) and telling me (again) that there was nothing he could / would / should do about this and thereby proving, again, that I'm making the right decision by leaving.
So I"m leaving my job. He still thinks it's about the money - it isn't. It's about him lying to me for the last NINE months about this, which in a last drop / final straw kind of way has completely and utterly removed any trust and / or respect that I at one time had for him. I really did have huge, high hopes for him when he started.
So, for those of you who know me from work - surprise!
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