I couldn't get all my stuff out of my office last night, so I'm here at 7am loading the rest into my car. I work for the most dysfunctional company, so I'm glad to be out. We agreed yesterday that maybe it's best to part ways. The wife was pissed and scared. It put her back into her mode of *You do things that make me feel insecure and unsafe*. I couldn't argue with her.
I made the rounds of our divisions yesterday, at least the ones I worked with, and let them know that my decision had two aspects to it: first, that if I am going to invest such an inordinate amount of my life into a job, I at least deserve support from my superiors that exceeds that which I was subjected to last week (long story). I had a Herculean task ahead of me managing various projects under severe deadlines, and did not have the patience for b.s. Second, the job and the fact that my wife and I worked so closely together had taken a severe toll on my marriage. I was willing to make a desperate attempt to save my marriage by leaving the job. When I told my wife this last night, she seemed to accept it better. She had kept saying that my resignation was purely reactionary. I told her that was not the case. Colleagues who I respect recently told me two things: It's only a job, and if the job's affecting your marriage in such a way, get another job even if it means leaving it without having another one. I have confidence in my abilities, and I have contacts in my industry who I can rely on to land on my feet again. I have a reputation, and it's a good one. When I told my wife this, she calmed down even more, and seems to be more at ease with everyting.
As for me, this is my last assignment at this computer. I'm leaving the office for the last time, and have already set up meetings with peers and a plan of action. I can easily go into a severe funk, but refuse to allow myself to go there. I may not be online as much as in the past, but I intend to check in daily if I can. Wish me luck!
