eighteen months after i returned to the same unfilled post when we came back from our travels, ten months after i realised it had become insufferable, and six months after i began job searching in earnest…tomorrow is finally, blessedly, my last day at work.

a few months ago, i actually sat down and wrote out all the myriad reasons and examples of why i needed to leave. i shared it with a few close friends and they were shocked. it took up three full pages in times new roman 10pt, and was peppered with phrases like:

i have been increasingly marginalised… i am not supervised in any formal manner… my manager let my contract lapse and i was nearly made redundant…my job is ill-defined… my work load is not planned…my manager takes credit for my work… my manager lies…my manager is chaotic… i often end up feeling that my work is useless, and that my time has been wasted… when i tell people my job title i feel like a fraud…

i’m keeping it as a reminder. never again will i allow myself to suffer so.

the oaks – epilogue, celebration

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