To quit or not to quit, that is the question

I came across this recent article on Yahoo.com detailing the signs to watch out for when it’s time to quit your job:

The article has stated the following as red flags, highlighting the need for you to start scouring the classifieds, polishing the resume and work on a killer resignation piece (what? do you want to be the guy who left using a crappy resignation letter?)

1. Does my company stand for something — anything — special?
Hmmmmn, let me see. I left university ten years ago and has been with nine companies during that time (including company A which I spent 2 years with and company B where I spent a good 3 years). Out of all these companies, I had the pleasure of working for giants in the Philippine publishing industry, multinationals with regional exposures, start-ups, down to a PR agency with 15 employees, and operating out of a studio condo unit in Mandaluyong. In each and every company, I was always on the look out for what the organization represented. I have been amazed, awed, inspired and disappointed countless times. And yes, I already left a company because I never saw any possible future for it. True enough, that company folded two years after I left–after the owner grew tired out of the “whole game”. My belief was that I spent quite a number of years earning my dues, I think I deserved something better.

2. Am I excited to see my colleagues when I show up for work on Monday morning? Oh boy, where do I begin with all my melodramatic rants and ramblings about office mates, office politics and all the shit that goes with it. OFFICE POLITICS and POWER TRIPPING — that’s my foremost hate in any company that I’ve been part of. I already experienced not getting off the public transpo the minute I saw the office building, taking a round trip and going home instead. Why? Because I can’t–for the life of me–stomach the people who I’ll see inside that pathetic little room we call the office (this was my second job–as receptionist/executive assistant for a Japanese real estate company). I pretty much met every possible character in the office play book: the powers that be, the lackeys, the power trippers, those who fix the books and try to get away with it, the office flirt, the assistant with the brain the size of peas. When I was younger, I was impulsive. The minute I meet someone I hate, I go. But when I became older, I realized that NO MATTER WHERE I GO, these people will always exist. And the true measure of a PROFESSIONAL is HOW YOU DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE. Maybe with old age comes the grace of choosing my battles. Now, I learned to live and let live. And stop judging people–for all we know, they too have their own stories which we will never understand.

3. Do I have a voice at work — does anyone who matters listen to what I say?
The fact that people of power is interested to hear what you think is VERY IMPORTANT. This means, you are an asset to the company and they recognize your insights on important issues. When I reached my mid-20s, I was fortunate to be part of a company which valued my insights and my work output. I was also lucky to be in a position to influence the views of the powers that be. Having an intelligence discourse with bosses and higher-ups was something I always looked forward to—never mind that there are times when I’d be so nervous, I’d mix my verb usage or I get tongue-tied. The thing is, I was able to speak my mind. Nothing can be more precious than that.

4. Am I learning as fast as the world is changing?
Do you feel stuck? Do you feel like the world is moving too fast and the world is changing, yet you remain rooted on the same spot as before? If you ever felt that way, maybe it’s time for you to recognize better opportunities.

5. Am I making enough money? Yeah, money shouldn’t be the end-all and be-all of everything. But, you have to agree that money pays the bills, sends the kids to school, gets the food on the table and gives you a comfortable life. It makes life easier. And besides, do you want to be an underpaid slave whose talent is not even commensurate to your salary? Money makes things easier for people. It also makes going to work worth it–especially if it makes life lighter and easier for you. I am not saying you be a money-hungry bitch and demand more. What I am saying is having that feeling of satisfaction cos it means you are being paid so well.

The reason this piece has struck me with familiarity is because I have been accused of being a “serial resigner” before. And with the holidays and me meeting people from secondary school, university and even from previous jobs–the news of my latest resignation was made tabloid-fodder and punchline material for my friends who see my job-hopping as a “inconvenient habit” and a “sad cycle”. People say resign from jobs as a hobby cos I am blessed with a killer resume and can land jobs at any time.

Well, not exactly. Like any normal person, I dream of landing a job which will tide me over until retirement. I want a job where I will be part of long-term and not just a passing name and face on its 201 file. Like any person, I have dreams of climbing the corporate ladder and earning mondo bucks. That is why I work hard…that is why–even at the midst of a vertigo attack–I try to work. Because I want to achieve something for myself. I want to be part of a company which values me and trains me as a valuable part of a team.

My friends think that I get a sick joy out of resigning. If only they know the truth. Thing is, every time I hand over a resignation, I keep thinking if its worth leaving. If life outside the company is worth leaving friends and comfort zone over. I keep thinking why I always choose to leave and not stick it out. Am I too impatient, too in-a-hurry for success not to wait out for a big break? But every time I am reminded of a possible promotion and increase in salary; of the possibility of providing a better life for my child–I am left at peace with my decision.

So, yeah–to the people I hang out with: I am not a serial resigner. I am person on a look out for my place in the sun. On a look-out for a better life and a better future. if this means continuously looking for what IT MAY BE…then so be it. I was never to say no to risks. Life is an adventure anyway.

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