Last Day

Today was my last day at work. Last Day. Now that I think of it, it sounds pretty empty.

There's something with quitting a job, though this is my third time doing so, there's still something to it that isn't very satisfying. Everytime I made up my mind to end a job, I want to cease it as quick as possible without even giving my two weeks notice. But, that's not professional and its more than likely that I made up my mind to quit, thus, I wanted to leave as quick as a could; why bother staying that extra two weeks? Every resignation seems to follow a similar pattern.

When I quit my last two jobs, both my employers were
1. surprized
2. didn't want me to go
3. most likely give me the job again if I wanted it back

This time around, pretty much all three of those things occurred. My assistant manager actually was like "oh, really? awwh..." (in a disappointed way)when I gave her my letter and asked if I had found a new job with which I replied with an unfortunate "no." The week after, it seemed like the word had gotten around to the others and my other assistant manager and coworker both asked me why I was leaving or if school was getting too busy. To the latter question, I found it ironic, school was actually not busy, in fact, it was even ending soon. Why was I quitting then?

Though I only shared a part of my personal reason with them for my resignation, that being that I wanted to gain experience working in a work environment more applicable to what I'm studying, Textile and Clothing, there was something more to it. I felt like my work was becoming meaningless. I was doing repetitive work week after week and I wasn't getting anywhere with it except for a slight change in my bank account. I know it wasn't very smart for me to quit before finding a new job, but since I'm going to San Fran a week after my last day, it seemed suitable for me to hand in my letter exactly two weeks ago. After much debate, I did what I had to do.

Yet, leaving seems to be emotionally tragic. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't have quit, but I know it was only right, and I put my trust in God that He will have better jobs in store for me sooner or later. Just something about the relationships you make with people, even if its just casual conversations shared at work or the act of working together without any conversation at all. Its a defining moment of my work experience. I've come to realized that departing with anyone in whatever situation is a sad one. Well, what is done is done, I'm looking forward to future opportunities out there.


Waiting also sucks, but I really hope to get a call back from them.