A few days ago I quit an incredibly toxic job. It was destroying my mental health, the owners turned a blind eye to (and actively encouraged) workplace abuse, my hours kept getting cut and I was being put on spite-shifts where they knew I wouldn't get a day off work with my husband for months at a time - they actively wanted me to quit, but wouldn't fire me, so they just made it as unpleasant as possible until I left. It should have been a decent job. It should have been stable, the work was consistent, it should have been okay, and it wasn't - it wasn't.
I quit with no other job lined up. No notice given, no discussion, no exit interview, and I blocked the ex-employers on every platform possible, so they couldn't send me the abuse I knew would come. I was just so tired. Tired of being degraded and demeaned. Tired of the xenophobia I was experiencing. Tired of the ableism. Tired of retching every workday, the fear and anxiety consuming me. Tired of fearing for my physical safety, the fear that someone would cause me to have "a little accident", that I'd "trip", that I'd "fall down the stairs" - it was scary, and it was such a heavy emotional load to carry.
Only three days after quitting... I have a new job, at a competitor's business. The competitor is a big chain (vs the small mom and pop business I worked for previously) and I'm so excited. I'm so glad. I'll be able to keep afloat, I'll be able to buy my husband a Christmas gift, I'll be able to live and breathe and so much of the unknowing of being unemployed is gone and I'm just... grateful.
















