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Calling it quits on twits

When your workmates roll with Voldemort, perhaps it's time to consider quitting.

I recently received a text from a good friend stating: ‘Walked out of job.’

My first thought was: how satisfying that must have been. Closely followed by: I wonder how her savings account looks? I have yet to find out what the final straw was but I’m pretty sure her workmates were probably the deciding factor.

Some nice person commented a couple of blogs back that workmates are important – your job could be spankingly fabulous but the colleagues might roll with Voldemort in their spare time, consequently making your job’o’radness into one of sadness.

In my many years of ‘gainful’ employment I have had several delightful and ‘mildly insane but in a good way’ workmates that I would gladly work with again. However, no doubt like most people, I have also worked with some utter, utter plonkers.  The bitchy, the chauvinistic, the mean, the passive aggressive and the downright stupid.

There are also the people who aren’t exactly terrible; they just annoy you without even trying. I have a suspicion that my knuckle cracking might put me in this category.  However, as I bake for the office I am above reproach for such a little thing that, now that I think more about it, is probably quite revolting for some people to have to listen to.

A manager once admitted that people who ate apples when it wasn’t lunchtime really annoyed her because of all the crunching. We’d been working together for six months and I’d been loudly crunching my way through apples every day at the Wrong Time.  I liked her so I promptly stopped. If I hadn’t liked her, I’d have upped my apple intake.

It can often take time to work out why you find the prospect of going to work slightly less desirable than cleaning the oven with your tongue. But if your friends point out that you spend a lot of time complaining about that wanker in marketing, perhaps you should ponder that. And, just to get a bit thoughtful on you – is it actually that person or is it just you being a whiney pants? This is always slightly irksome to have to admit, but most of your workmates probably don’t get up each morning with the intention of ruining your day.

If you can’t get your nice pants on around your colleagues, how long can you put up with someone for? How badly is it affecting your self-worth, your happiness, your home life and your bank account due to your drinking habit?

And if you do quit, do you admit that to future employers?

‘I quit because my workmates were all utter psychos?  But I’m not. No siree.’

Alternatively, your workmates can be the reason you won’t leave a job that’s going nowhere.  They’re your other family. But the likelihood of you all staying with the company for years and years is unlikely and just a bit too high school romance. It probably won’t last forever.

I have never walked out of a job. I’ve been tempted but my lack of dosh has prevented me. I have been made redundant. Not because I was a terrible employee, of course. I am an excellent employee – I only steal the good pens.

If you were going to quit, how would you go about it? I’m quite fond of the idea of delivering a truly fabulous one liner and then flouncing out of the office. The thing is – I’d have to come back to delete files, burn notebooks and check what I’d left behind under my desk.

Flouncing would also be restricted by having to carry the many packets of Tim Tams I currently have hidden in my desk drawer.