Or, to quote Vigo out of context from Ghostbusters 2:


I worked the same job for 15 years, a job that kept me trapped on Long Island, and with no chance of upward mobility or expanding my skill set so I could explore other career options.  It was as dead end as a dead end job could be, and over the years, the work conditions continued to spiral down into chaos, destruction, oblivion, and utter gnashing of teeth.  I didn’t think it would ever end.

But then a flicker of light happened last June, and I found a new part-time job with the hope of eventually going full-time.  I wasn’t sure if it would pan out, but it was the first major break I had been looking for after years of struggle.  Since I started that new job, it had been a roller coaster ride of crazy ups and downs, but it all ended this month, when I was offered full-time and a steady salary.

When I got the news, I just sat at my desk at my old job shell-shocked.  I had gone in that morning not knowing what would happen to me, and yet by the afternoon, when I finally got the word, I realized that was the last day I’d ever have to work there.  No more menial, soul-sucking, thankless drone work.  No more being talked down to, demeaned, insulted and passed over.  It was over.  IT WAS TRULY OVER.

My supervisor had come over to my desk and did his usual daily rant about how we were understaffed, getting no help, and continued to get mishandled and mismanaged by the powers that be.  I smiled broadly and said:

“I guess this would be a bad time to tell you I’m leaving too?”

It took 5 minutes before it finally registered that I wasn’t joking… and then the blood started to drain from his face.  I gave my two weeks’ notice, and because of the benefits of it being a public job, I was able to use those two weeks to burn out the leftover comp time I had on the books.  Tee hee.

I’ll only have to return once more to hand in my resignation, ID card, FOB, etc, and then I am free and clear of them forever.  Not only them, but soon Long Island as well.

It’s no longer a dream anymore.  Now it’s real.

Prancing Time

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7 Responses to THE WORM HAS TURNED

  1. njrondeau March 22, 2015 at 5:20 PM #

    Congratulations. Good feeling, isn’t it?

  2. Pablo March 22, 2015 at 10:58 PM #

    Congratulations Frank! :)

  3. Frank Swift March 23, 2015 at 11:27 AM #

    Thanks all, and yes it’s a bloody good feeling. Now comes the hard part: finding a new place to live and settle in. O_O

  4. Chick Voice March 23, 2015 at 12:27 PM #

    So happy for you, Frank. I know how long you’ve been looking to make a change. Say a little prayer for me, lost my job unexpectedly two weeks ago. (after 17 years). Standing firm in the idea that God has a plan.

    • Frank Swift March 23, 2015 at 4:27 PM #

      Chick, I’m sorry to hear that, but yes He does always have a plan. It took 15 years for mine to come to fruition, but I’m glad I half had enough sense to wait instead of going crazy grabbing the first thing that came along. O_O I hope you land on your feet soon, and you’re in my prayers as well. Who knows, we may soon meet as early as this summer. :D

  5. Vince March 23, 2015 at 2:39 PM #

    Congrats. I haven’t been to the new site. Okay, so what is the new job all about? Where is it? And BTW what’s happening with the dog?

    • Frank Swift March 23, 2015 at 7:31 PM #

      I work from home now, so it’s wherever I decide to be. O:-) I function mostly as a copywriter, with some supplemental tasks involving analytics, client services, product development and testing, etc. I try to wear as many hats as possible to make myself versatile in the field and keep up with industry changes.

      The dog will have her training wrapped up sometime in May, so the timing for getting her after I would move and get settled in is working out perfectly. I’m just not sure where I’ll wind up yet. O_O

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