I was scared that I would chicken out when the Boss called. But the words were on the tip of my tongue. After exchanging a few words about the last project that I sent him 12 hours late (I was feeling frustrated, rebellious, and for the first time in two-and-a-half years did not take a call from the office.), and how he gave me my first chastisement (the word was used by the Boss) in two-and-a-half years, I figured it was time to drop the bomb. But the Boss talks fast. I talk slow.
So he cut in first: Happy Diwali
Me: Happy Diwali Sir. [pause before blurting out] I'm planning to quit.
Boss: [shock reverberating in his voice] Whaaa?
There was more after that. The Boss gaily refused to finalize my quitting decision. He said we would talk about it on Monday. I bet he is planning to tempt me with some difficult-to-refuse offer -- more cash, better projects, more flexibility. But I have had enough this time.
I'm tired of writing dumbass unresearched articles that don't have my byline and which people won't even read. Ever.
I'm tired of having to type out 500-word articles in less than 25 minutes.
I'm tired of constantly racing against time for no fault of my own.
I'm tired of not being able to produce brilliant quality because I don't have the luxury of time.
I'm tired of not feeling like I've done a fun project.
It has been months since I completed a project that I really enjoyed.
This post perfectly sums up how I have been feeling since Monday.
Guess the quitting has been coming for a long time.
But it felt a lot more life-changing this morning. And here are the reactions of some of the people I spoke to about my decision:
- Ma thinks I should do nothing for three months and behave like a spoilt rich brat.
- Moolah agrees with Ma.
- My best friend thinks I've gone mad.
- Madz thinks this is the best choice that I have ever made. (She does not like my Boss)
- Baba is being supportive and did not use his frown-face when I told him about my decision.
- My boyfriend did not say anything incriminating. He nodded into the phone.
This Bong New Year I had sworn to remain single for the rest of the year. Obviously, it didn't work out, and I couldn't be happier. :D
Oh, and I'm currently only 1 kilogram underweight. Hopefully, I'll stay this way, and not start tilting over to the overweight side. But I still keep referring to myself as a reed-thin girl which I am not any more. Years of habit of being called a coconut tree by everyone you see.
A weird-looking cockroach was roaming around the floor just now. It had very long legs and seemed to be walking on stilts. It could have been a circus performer entertaining the Diwali insects that have been biting like nobody's business. But I think the show is over, for Mr. Roach is nowhere to be seen.
I thought I heard thunder in the sky a while ago. Was expecting rain. But I guess it was just some Diwali firecrackers. This has been a long, emotional-upheaval-filled day. I think I should go grab some shut-eye.