Last week was a fantastic week. I was on MC from Monday to Thursday, cos of my wisdom teeth extraction.
When I arrived at work on Friday morning 9am, before I could even start sifting through my 150+ emails, my boss calls me into the meeting room.
“We have a crisis,” she started.
Uh-oh, bad sign!
(It’s the last thing you wanna hear within 5 minutes of returning from a four-day layoff.)
“Blah blah crisis blah blah blah blah critical processes blah blah limited resources blah blah blah…and so, I need you to come in at 8am for the next few months.”
Gulp! (As in, MAJOR gulp!)
“Sure,” I calmly replied.
What a way to start the Friday!
How on earth am I gonna drag myself out of bed one hour earlier from now on?
…
But anyway, I came back with a little surprise of my own that afternoon.
I submitted my letter of resignation.
Definitely not because of what happened in the morning, that’s for sure.
Couldn’t help it that the timing was a bit awkward though.
