3 Reasons To Quit A Bad Job
Some Temptations Just Aren't Worth It
Think of the offers you've had for jobs in the past. Perhaps you were offered:
- Better pay
- More benefits
- Many perks
Just think for one moment...are they worth it?
We've all been presented with a great opportunity that we've regretted later on. For me, I was presented with a job that I considered to be a remarkable improvement in my career. The temptation was there, and so was the money. I took the job, but it was a decision I should have never made.
I've come to learn that there are many reasons for quitting your job, but I'd like to highlight just three of them in this article. First, however, I'll give you some backstory.
It took a lot for me to enter back into the workforce when I did. I had been a stay-at-home mom off and on for such a long time, but it became clear that I needed to start earning some income to help our family with our expenses. It was too much for my husband to handle on his own, and he worked hard enough as it was.
I worked at a couple of different smaller jobs, and then I was offered a position with a nonprofit organization that I had worked for a few years prior. I jumped at the chance to work for them again, and I started back within a few days. For a while, I was quite happy with my job. I knew it well, and it was a lot of fun too. I worked for a local pregnancy resource center, and since it was a cause that was near and dear to my heart, I enjoyed going to work every day.
There were a few changes that were made in the staffing at the center, and those changes were very good ones. I met a new co-worker (who was actually a new director), and it seemed as though the center was going through some excellent transitions.
Not too long after the new director took over, I received a job offer from another employer I had worked for before. She was a Psychiatrist, and she invited me to come in and meet with her about a job she was creating in her office. Looking back, I realize now that I didn't really like working for her at all. The first time I worked in her office, I was only there for a month before I quit to stay home, once again. At the time, I blamed having to quit on the fact that my son (who was very young) was having a hard time with me working. However, I remember that I was happy to think that I was going to get to stay home, once again.
How It All Began
There were a few warning bells going off in my head, but the idea of having more money quickly made them be quiet. My meeting with the doctor went very well. She was charming from the beginning to the end. She promised me a much higher salary than the one I was making at the center, and she also said she'd give me a raise after 30 days.
The position wouldn't be without its challenges, of course. I was going to be supervising an office of four to five other staff members. They had never had a supervisor before (other than the office manager), so I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. Even so, I agreed to the position, and I gave my notice at the center.
I was excited because this really seemed like it was going to be a great opportunity for me. I could still volunteer at the center, and I would really be helping to provide for our family.
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It All Went Downhill
My training period lasted a long time because I had to learn everyone else's job, as well as my own. After I had been employed at the office for about two months, the doctor fired one of the girls I worked with. She was a biller, and without her there, there was no one to do billing. I had learned a little bit of the billing, and I was immediately thrown into her desk and told that it was going to be my responsibility. The office manager was very helpful to me during that time. She spent a lot of time with me, making sure that I knew what to do. However, she had her own work to do, and she was getting burned out by the minute because of the weight of responsibility the doctor was placing on her shoulders.
It wasn't long before the office manager gave her two week notice. I was so sad to see her go. It wasn't just that I didn't know my job well enough to do it alone yet, but it was also that we enjoyed working together. Once she left, I was on my own.
I spent the next few weeks barely keeping my head above water. I concentrated on the billing, but there were always fires that needed to be put out in the office with the other girls who worked there. It seemed as though they always needed my help, which left me with very little time to get the billing completed once the day was over. Of course, the work piled up. The doctor even brought in a specialist to help me for a few weeks, but without the right training, she was almost as lost as I was.
That was when the problems really started.
One day, after I did payroll, I placed the completed forms in a manilla envelope for the business manager, who was also the doctor's husband. He came to pick them up while I wasn't there, and he called me later on that afternoon. He told me that the next time I "wasted" an envelope for payroll, he was going to take five cents out of my pay to cover the cost. I could barely believe my ears.
I wish that were the end of the problems. No such luck.
I was belittled on a daily basis. I was constantly being told to leave certain tasks undone and concentrate in other areas, only to be yelled at for not getting that work completed. I started putting in more hours, and when I did, I was reprimanded for working overtime. Our office had shrunk by two people, and I was expected to not only do their jobs, but my own as well.
The Freedom of Quitting
Every morning, I went to work with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I no longer asked myself, "I wonder if I'll get yelled at today?" Instead it was, "I wonder what I'll get yelled at for today?"
On the morning I went in to work on that last day, I was told that there was some paperwork missing from a patient's medical record. The girls had been unable to locate it in the computer, and I came to the conclusion that it was probably with another practitioner on her own personal memory stick. There was no way for me to get the paperwork because that practitioner had been out sick for quite some time by then.
I knew the doctor was angry that the forms were not in the patient's medical record, but with a full schedule that day, she didn't have time to speak to me about my "negligence" until after lunch. At that point, I knew that she would do what she had done so many times before; she would call me into her office in front of the patient and belittle me for not having the correct forms in the record. I almost knew the routine by heart at that time. I knew she wouldn't listen when I told her that the file she wanted was on the other practitioner's memory stick. I should be able to get it, regardless of where it was.
I went to lunch that day and I called my husband. I told him what was going on, and what I was expecting to happen later that afternoon. "Just leave," he told me. "You don't have to put up with that. Just walk out and don't come back."
I considered it, but I went back to work, anyway. I was at my desk for about fifteen minutes when the business manager called me. He asked me questions about the former office manager's paycheck, and blamed me for making mistakes, even though he had taken back control of payroll two weeks ago. He said that he was on his way in to discuss it with me. He was angry.
Well, so was I.
I started packing up my belongings. I grabbed everything I could think of that belonged to me, and I started out the door. I put everything in my van, and I went to the bank across the street to return my parking pass to them. As I left the bank, I had to force myself to keep walking to my minivan. I was shaking all over. I couldn't believe I was really doing it. I was walking out of my job.
The 3 Good Reasons To Quit
I had many reasons for walking out that day, but I wanted to just highlight a few of them for you.
Reason #1: Abuse
If you're being abused on the job, there is absolutely no excuse for it. Even if a person is your employer, and even if he or she has an MD, or another title after their name, it doesn't give them permission to treat you poorly. When you're being abused on the job, you'll find that you're constantly being asked to do more with with less time, you're yelled at for things that are beyond your control, or you're blamed for problems that are partially caused by your employer in the first place. This is no way to live your life, and there is no job on the planet that's worth being abused over.
Reason #2: You're overworked
Even if you think you're fairly efficient, and even if you think you're a pretty good multitasker, sometimes you just get overworked. Research has shown that trying to do too many things at one time is really bad for your health. In my case, I was left alone in an office with only one receptionist at a time to assist me. However, she had her own work to do, and she couldn't be bothered with my requests for help. I was much too overworked, and I was thoroughly exhausted.
Reason #3: You're certain that something illegal is going on
Even though I didn't really come across any real illegal activity during the time I worked there, there were some questions that were brought up by the insurance specialist I mentioned, during her time at the office. I started to wonder if maybe there were some legal issues to contend with, but I left before I ever really found out. After I quit, it took almost two months for the doctor to issue me my final paycheck, which is highly illegal. She wasn't concerned about whether or not I would be able to feed my family. She just didn't want to pay me. If you think something illegal is going on where you work, get out now. Depending on your level of involvement, it's possible that you could be implicated, and that could ruin your life.
Once I arrived home that day, I took some time to relax and really think about what I had just done. There was a bit of panic welling up inside of me, for sure. I knew I did the right thing, I just wasn't sure how we were going to survive my rash decision.
I came to the conclusion that no job was worth losing my sanity over. I would either find a different way to make money, or I would find a way to live without it.
If you're in a bad job situation, gather up the courage to make a change. It might mean walking out in the middle of the workday. It might mean giving your resignation. No matter what you have to do to get out, do it. I can promise you, it's worth it.
Would I do it again if I had to? You bet I would.