First, I need a steady schedule. Routine is my best friend. Without it I become crazy batter waiting for a nice oven to turn me into cupcakes.
Second, I need a place to use my skills. I do have some and like to trot them out on occasion, if only to remind myself what they are.
Third, I’m pretty good at handling a crisis, but it takes a toll on me. There’s a reason I never worked in an emergency room or intensive care. Some people thrive on that adrenaline rush. Me, it just makes hysterical.
So as I tallied up the week’s events at work, I noticed a disturbing trend. My schedule resumed its rubber ball act, trying to land on all the meetings we’re forced to attend. I spent most of my time making cold-calls to crazy people who really didn’t want what I was selling. And everyday brought some kind of client crisis.
I knew it was a risk to campaign for a job that no one could describe. I had no idea what I was getting into, but I was willing to wait and see what happened. After sticking it out for a month, I decided it was time to pull the plug. I typed up a resignation letter and gave it to my boss today.
I felt good about it. Four weeks working in chaos and on a learning curve like the Himalayas felt like success to me. I hadn’t blown up in a bipolar blitz. I even contributed. I could leave gracefully, without torching any bridges. I looked forward to recovering from the stress and getting back to TechCon. I’d left Carrie and Robert alone for too long.
But my boss had other ideas. She simply refused to accept my resignation. I can’t remember all the incredible things she said about me, but it was clear she would do anything to make me stay. I needed a set schedule? Done. Never mind that the government says some meetings are mandatory. “I will take care of it,” she said, “because this is what you need.”
I don’t like making the enrollment calls? Forget about them. I’m uncomfortable dealing with clients in crisis? Let the Care Coordinators do that. So, what the heck would I be doing?
I’m to be a consultant for the rest of the team and maybe, if I feel like it, work with a few clients each week.
Are you shittin‘ me?
What do you do when someone values you so much they take away every obstacle?
Jeez, I guess you stay.