“I’m quitting.” How hard was that to say? So why is my heart beating a mile a minute when I still have four months before I have to say those dreadful words?
I’m talking about quitting my bookkeeping job. I have decided to quit at the end of this year after pondering about whether I can handle it taking the job with me when I go back to China. The answer is no, I don’t think I can handle it.
After working with someone for more than a year, you’d get to know that someone. In my case, I got to know my boss. I know that he’s someone who puts customers first as well as someone who doesn’t really have conception of time. I had instances when he texted me at midnight but those were rare occasions. However when I go back to China, I would be 15 hours ahead and that would mean it could be midnight where I am and it’s daytime here. I definitely will not be happy to have a phone call to wake me at 3 am.
Also, I won’t be back until after the tax busy season and my boss’s accountant will no doubt require my assistance to explain the income and expenses line-by-line. Early this year, I sat through 3 hours doing that. I am not doing that again in the wee hours in the morning.
So I’ve decided to quit and I feel this is a crisis because I don’t know if you know, outside these blogging walls, I have zilch people skill. I’m often thinking too hard and being too frank. I can’t help it.
However, in my past jobs, I never had to tell my boss I’m leaving. I simply just left at the end of the semester or my boss simply just moved away. And in all the TV shows I’ve watched, people tend to resign quietly by placing a letter on their boss’s desk. Well, I can’t do that since my boss doesn’t have a desk.
How do I tell him? What should I tell him? Should I help him to look and train for a replacement? Why does this little thing has to be so hard?