Breaking Up Is (Fun!) To Do

Giving notice to your old bosses is kind of like telling an ex that you're "moving on."

You know, it's not you, it's me, and I think we're better off seeing other people. Ouch.

At least, that's what it felt like all day yesterday. I went by the old job after completing paperwork for the new one, and proceeded to share the news that I would be moving to another company.

I'll be honest-- part of my doing so was because a) I was practicing professional courtesy, and b) I wanted to spread the news instead of Boss doing so (that little gossip!) But the other part was to send those people who passed me up a nice, big, fat middle finger. In a way, it was like telling that ex to "sod off," and that you're moving on to greener pastures (or a much, much, hotter new relationship.)

So there was a mild satisfaction I received out of it. Albeit to my (non) surprise, Boss had already told a few people before I came by on Friday (read: the whole store already knew.)

And I'm not sad for doing so. In a way, it was a (huge) blessing that I got passed up and looked over-- it just spurred my determination to perform better.

And speaking of performing, I just closed on a personal best this week! My performance this week was on par with the top associates in my store. I will probably finish #2 in sales this week, which isn't bad for only a month.

I plan to give my last week my absolute best and make my sales goal for the month, even though I'll be leaving a week early. I told my managers that I would see this job through, even though I gave notice. It's the least I could do.