It’s really hard to explain why I quit my job and I’m always in the place defending myself by making excuses. Because I know society and the people around me wouldn’t understand that I haven’t find my place yet in this world and the job was definitely not the place I want to be for the rest of my life.
This. This is so important. My own mother tells me to stick it out, it’s in my field, I should love it, but whatever arguments I offer (and there’s a lot, like sexual harassment, threats of cutting pay, horrendous mismanagement and disorganization, last-minute projects, etc.) are just brushed aside as those of a typical millennial.
To my parents, I’m a self-entitled, spoiled, whiny millennial who doesn’t know what it’s like to work hard. Meanwhile, I make 500+ banners a month under a clown of a manager who belittles his employees and creates an unhealthy environment where favouritism runs amock, where we have no windows and aren’t allowed to talk yet he gets to clown around and talk about big boobs and sex, where we are judged based on where we live, where several employees have admitted to having random panic attacks (especially on Sundays, knowing the grind is staring us in the face), where 16 people were fired or have quit in the last 2.5 years I’ve worked there, where our manager has no idea what’s going on in his own department, where he gets to come and go as he pleases but we have to show up at 9am, have lunch for a half hour (and he made us choose timeslots!), and leave at 5pm exactly.
It’s sad, really, because the CEO is touted as “treating his employees like family”, yet he’s never spoken a word to me, pays us peanuts and recently basically said that “people who don’t earn $40K can’t afford a car so we’re not going to market to them” (meanwhile I earn $32K and drive a cheap Accent), has basically also said that he’s too old and tired to deal with my department’s issues (aka our manager).
This is definitely not a place I want to stay at for the rest of my career. And I know for a fact that for most of my co-workers, it is their plan to leave as soon as they can.
Yet I continue to have to make excuses with my family for why I’m not happy. Strangely enough, the very people who should care for my happiness and well-being the most, are outshined by the people I work with who also hate their jobs and say with me that “this place doesn’t deserve us”.
