Physically at Work, Mentally on Vacation

Ah, the manager finally found out about my resignation. I witnessed his reaction with my very own eyeballs—via WhatsApp, of course—because my supervisor showed me the message exchange. It was truly cinematic.

The manager’s first reply? Just one dramatic word:

"Why"

(Yes, all the existential dread packed into three letters.)

Then my supervisor hit him with the truth bomb:

"She wants to go for further studies."

The manager's comeback? A crying emoji. 😢

No words, just pure emoji pain.

Today, he's been looking at me like a rejected puppy—sad eyes, defeated aura, not saying a single word about it. Then, just as I was about to peace out for the day, my supervisor told me, “The manager wants to talk to you.” But, plot twist: he didn’t say when. So now I'm just floating in suspense, waiting for this dramatic “let’s talk” moment like it’s the series finale of a workplace soap opera.

Maybe tomorrow is The Day™. The day he sits me down and asks, “But... why?”

And honestly? I’ve got a list of reasons ready to go. I used to be so mad at him—like internally-scream-into-a-pillow mad. But now that I’ve actually resigned, I feel oddly peaceful. Like, detoxed-from-drama kind of peace.

Then I remembered Matthew 6:14-15:

"For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."

So you know what? I forgive him. He can keep his guilt and sad emoji. I’m out.

He’s officially down one staff member. I wouldn’t call myself the hardest worker—but I was the helpful one. Losing me? That’s a ticket to “Do It Yourself-ville.”

Meanwhile, I spent most of today mentally checked out. My body was at my desk, but my brain? Somewhere on a beach sipping coconut juice. Jobs kept rolling in like they didn’t get the memo that I’m leaving. Not my circus, not my monkeys anymore.

And for some reason, people have been coming to me for help more than ever lately. Maybe I look approachable. Or maybe I give off “she’ll fix it” vibes. I don’t know. Hopefully it's a compliment and not a last-minute group panic.