jon_chaisson | Staying at Home, Part Two

So.

The bank refused to make any exceptions. I was told that "there are certain business expectations that need to be met", and that I need to come in to the office in order to meet them. I had to follow the bank rules. There were two ways to go: either come in to the office, or resign, as I'd claimed I would if they refused to back down.

So as of this afternoon, I gave my two weeks' notice. I'm finishing up my sentence at home, sheltering in place.

Roughly thirteen years given to this company. I never loved the job, but I didn't hate it. Like nearly all of my other jobs I've ever held, it was a paycheck and I got along with everyone okay. It wasn't my career: that's my writing. And I'd said those words to each of my managers over the years so they would understand that I have a life outside this job, an important one, that I will not give up or sacrifice. When they took away my Work from Home situation (reason: "we've seen the numbers and we feel that associates are more productive in an office atmosphere", which is utter bullshit), that was the breaking point. It was only a matter of time before I jumped ship.

I never thought it would be because the bank would refuse to make any exceptions to their rules, even during a fucking pandemic.

What an absurd and and pathetic way to go.

Again, don't worry about me. We can handle this. This will give me time to think about what I really want to do with my job and/or career from here on in, without the stress of this job hanging over my head. I'll be looking for something closer to home, something at a much smaller company, something where I'm treated with respect instead of as a number. And importantly, something that will let me balance the job with my writing career.