Yesterday, I had interviewed for a position in a different department, and today, I accepted the position. It just seems so fast.
The transitional period, though, is not fast. It’s akin to giving two weeks of notice, which means I will still be where I am for two weeks, maybe three, because we want to wait for the manager of the department to approve this. Not that there’s any way he can say no, but it’s a formality.
I didn’t expect the process to be so emotional. That was probably wrong, because my reasons for moving were entirely emotional in themselves. I am not happy where I am, even though I can’t say for sure why, therefore I am moving. I can tell you the aspects of why, such as the names of the coworkers who get me angry, or the carriers with a zillion departments that they themselves can’t tell apart, or a customer cussing me out for something I don’t really have control over, or the techs who don’t speak English well (and maybe have an attitude) so I have to spend time interpreting everything, or that even though I still make mistakes, I feel I have reached a plateau in terms of what more I can learn here.
That last one is probably key. Self advocacy in person isn’t really my forte, so my opinion is that, if there arent that many key areas I can improve upon, then I should probably be promoted. But I saw genuine hurt in my supervisor’s eyes when I suggested even lightly that that was part of why I was leaving. So I told him after the meeting in an email that I was unhappy for vague reasons afterward, which is also kind of true. No reason to leave them resentful.
While I realize they’ve been having trouble hiring, and they really need people, and this is a bad time to be leaving, I didn’t really feel that the department as a whole is “for” me, as in, they’re loyal to me, and therefore I owed them loyalty. That was never really true. It’s cold, but it’s just a part of business. That’s also true for when the department lets people go. I’m just putting myself where I believe I may be able to thrive more. This is a risk that I am taking. Part of it is the thrill of the risk. I’ve been feeling like stale bread for a bit, and that was only better today.