Is the mere fact of having reported to eleven bosses in eleven years at a single institution adequate grounds for leaving a very good job? For a long time, my husband didn’t think so. But, then, he didn’t have to weather all those transitions—nor deal with two of my bosses, whom I’ll generously call “difficult.”
My experiences at the college where I had all those bosses are the subject of my memoir-in-progress. But this post is about the factors that influenced my decision to leave that once good job and, at a fairly ripe age, start a new career.
As I tell my memoir writing students, “Don’t bore your readers with the normal run of events. Write about the aberrations, the blips, the challenges to your expectations.”
My expectation was that I could continue being a productive manager in a position I cherished in a reasonably stable organization.
But, in a period of two years, the college had three presidents, and each major change in executive personnel made my burdensome administrative tasks even more time consuming.
I considered stepping into a contributor’s role to lessen these responsibilities. But I would still be expected to run too many projects simultaneously. And new assignments, with impossible deadlines, would casually be inserted into my queue on a regular basis.
I would still be called on to create and make presentations at the drop of a hat to my department, other departments, a committee of the board—to anybody who would listen.
I would still sometimes have to spend half my work week in a room full of people who were silently fretting about the unfinished work on their desks. All for less money. It would have been a great deal for my employer, but not for me.
You can see what it was like at “From Part Time to Parting Time.”
Or, see why I’ve never regretted my decision at “After Burnout, a New Career Helping Writers.”
Please share your thoughts about leaving a regular job to devote yourself to writing.