On Sunday night, when I suddenly started to panic, I was alone in a dark office lined with gray cubicles.
I couldn’t quit my first job seriously after less than three months. What will everyone think? What if I can’t find another job? What am I going to tell the boss?
Although all the worries flowed in my mind, I knew I had to do it. I didn’t realize at the time that this would be one of the proudest moments in my adult life.
Yes it is, drop out Is one of my proudest moments!
The next morning, my boss accompanied me into his glass office and told me to sit down. I’m shivering. I told him: “I can’t work for someone like you who talks to Liz.” Rick would stand on my colleague’s desk regularly, yelling at her, and despising her, so that everyone can see and Hear. The whole office is very clear, no one does anything about it.
“I know I know. I’m working hard,” he replied. He seemed to be serious, and to some extent I was surprised, I didn’t feel more empathy. But at that moment, my anxiety subsided, and a wave of certainty swept across me. I said, “That’s not good enough.” “It’s insulting, and I won’t tolerate it.”
My certainty at that moment convinced me that I was doing the right thing, which was prompted by three obvious signs.