I used to love my job. Sure it can be draining and overwhelming but I used to look forward to it. Now I dread coming here and the feelings it has begun to inspire: inadequacy, insignificance, resentment. I don’t like to hold grudges or to bottle in my anger and frustration. The fallout from my inability to appropriately express these negative emotions has cost me a lot in recent months. Will it jeopardize my livelihood and career?
I’ve only been here for two hours this morning and I want nothing more than to say I’m done. To walk away from these children, from my friends, from the decade of grassroots hard work and local-kid dedication.
I want to quit.