Telling my Boss
Now for some reason, this was possibly the single most nerve wracking thing I have ever encountered. Here I am in a great job that I love, my manager sticks by me and what do I give back in return? My Notice! How very considerate of me. Not only do I hand in my notice but I also plan to leave in the busiest month of the whole retail calendar...December. The anticipation of telling my manager that I was leaving conjured up all manner of thoughts. Would they tell me to go now? (leaving me hard up for money), Would they try and get me stay?, Would they refuse to accept my notice? All these questions went through my head like wildfire and I had many sleepless nights thinking about it and how I should approach the situation. Would my manager get angry? I didn't think he would but the guilt of letting him down would make it understandable. In the end however, the reality was this:
My boss was very understanding, very supportive and even helped me plan my remaining 3 months with the company so I could get my Visas sorted, my innoculations sorted, help me get a portfolio together for when I try to get work in Australia. Now that ladies and gentlemen...is a bloody good guy to have as a boss. He could have sent packing with my knuckles scrapping the floor but he didn't. Instead, he stood by me and my decision to leave and helped me make the most out of my remaining time with the company whilst I still could. What more could you ask for? This is proof of the pudding that I am crackers...OFFICIAL!!! Why do I want to leave and go travelling?!?! As I said in my previous entry 'I don't know'. There's a reasoning in why I'm doing this, 'I just don't know what it is yet'.
So this is it then. I'm off!!! My tickets booked and I have handed in my notice at work. All that is left to sort out is Visa's and Vaccines. In roller-coaster terms, this is the point where the seatbelts are checked. You're sat in the seat, the belt is fastened and any chance of turning back is quickly fading. It's the point where bouts of cold feet need to taken on like you approach a dog's bum nugget in your garden. You can either walk away and pretend it isn't there or you can grab a shovel and fling it in any direction and take on the stinking brown bum furniture like a man. Either way you keep it to yourself and you do it quickly.