The days were dark and nights gloomy. It was the season of appraisal – unfair and unfortunate. I was at home, wrecked and in deep abyss of depression. The dishevelled appearance was sending my husband into deep shocks. Crouched in a corner I was busy blogging, when two cockroaches crawled past me. Thapak Thapak!!! In quick Jackie Chan Style chops, I killed them – with my bare hand.
It was at that very moment, when I stared at the remaining squished remnants of roaches, sticking on my palm, I wondered if this was the dream I had envisaged. One look at the mirror was terrifying enough to remove the Cornflakes out of hair and wax the moustache.
Oh my God I need help
That very moment I decided to quit.
Maybe the universe too was poking me to do the same. Penny(BBT) quit her job to become an actress, Lily(HIMYM) quit to become an artist. I was standing at the traffic signal when this girl hugs another girl and asks “Did you find a new job?”
The day I decided to put my papers, I saw a girl in elevator. She was talking to her colleague.
“Ready for the challenges of today”, he asked her.
“I don’t really care”, she said, and then added, “I am leaving this Friday. It’s my last day.”
Yup I was confident; it was time to resign, after 6 years of working in the same company.
On 1st April, I boldly walked up to the workstation, opened the Portal for resignation, entered the reason and clicked Submit.
Tang!! Nothing happened. I clicked again… nothing.
After numerous mails and escalations to helpdesk in India, the damn button worked. It took me 8 days to submit my resignation. This bhhloody universe was sending mixed signals. By that time my superior had resigned (another coincidence), my colleague had found a new job too.
So here I am, in one of the worlds’s most expensive city – Sydney, looking out for my destiny, reading Core Java and preparing for interviews, waiting for the last working day.
My friends are surprised that I resigned without having a backup plan. Well, sometimes it’s worth the risk. I might land in deep puddle and may have to use husband’s credit card (gasp!! the horror), but how can I work with something that made me look like a Grizzly Bear!!
I can’t be that cruel to myself, can I? 🙂
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