The organization that I work for has a “6 month” policy wherein if you change positions, you have to stay in that position for a full 6 months before leaving.
In September of 2021 I moved into a new position, a position that better suited my family and challenged me a little more. It wasn’t an easy adjustment and I struggled from the start. I sought input from my previous manager, from my current manager, from friends… I whined and bitched and complained, I prayed and meditated and soaked up all the gratitude I could. I defined my boundaries and held to them. Through it all, I was consistently shown that it was never going to work. A few weeks ago I finally threw my hands in the air and said, “All Done!” I could no longer work in a toxic and unsafe culture. I couldn’t watch other coworkers be demeaned and dismissed and couldn’t allow that for myself either.
To be afraid of repercussions for complaining was offensive to my soul - I realize I am a privileged white woman in the USA and I admit it: and it’s also my RIGHT to work somewhere safe and somewhere that follows the organization’s guideline for basic respect. I believe in the organization I work for - just not this particular situation. So I started looking for a new position to move into.
I am so blessed and grateful to be able to say that in two weeks I will be out of this toxicity and into something...different.
I was torn about leaving, afraid that a new position would be just as bad - leaping from the frying pan into the fire so to speak... but as one wise person said, "well, it might be bad but at least it will be a different kind of bad! It certainly can't get worse..." and I took that advice and ran with it.
I'm excited and anxious and nervous and uncertain - but I am mostly grateful, in light of the current economic status here in the US, that I will have a job that is, once again, considered essential to our public. My income is stable still. I have balance... still.
