Counting the days . . . Have you ever felt happy, relieved, anxious and doubtful, guilty and flippant all at the same time? All these conflicting feelings can leave one rather sea-sick while sitting dead still in an office chair. Let me explain: I secretly went for a job interview and found out two days ago that I was successful. After a brief salary discussion I accepted the offer and as soon as the paper work is signed, I’ll submit my resignation letter. After being employed by this particular company for over 13 years, I’m finally breaking out.
 

I was hesitant about going for the interview in the first place – it’s a perm position in a large corporate – I start hyperventilating at the thought. Suffocating. Choking. You get the idea?

But my current situation isn’t ideal and hasn’t been for the longest time. And it certainly isn’t rewarding. A change is long overdue.

I admit and whole heartedly believe that I should have left here years ago. But out of fear of the unknown, I’ve turned down numerous offers.

And I’m not 100% sure that the offer I just accepted is the best one, or the right one. I just know I need to take it because another might not come along for a while, and I’ll be stuck in this soul-sucking, gut-crunching, nerve-wracking, back-breaking, mind-warping and financially un-lucrative wart on the ass of the project management industry.

I am unspeakably grateful for the opportunity given to me 13 years ago, and the years of protection and support that have allowed me to grow. However I feel like I’ve gone as far as can in this company. And now it’s like a bad marriage, where the couple stays together simply out of fear being alone and instead wear each other down and waste their lives being miserable.

 And I guess that makes my new job the rebound relationship. But its ok, it’s a step in the right direction.