I call bullshit

I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be writing this post. I should finish up where I left off in my awesome, two race, two PR, tons of fun weekend. But somewhere between the endorphin rush and the crash that left me napping away a lot of the week, I resigned from my job. Because my layoff was rescinded. And I was being forced to take a huge demotion. Because the new management has deemed me too outspoken to work in my current office.

Seriously.

Not to worry, I've calmed down since this all happened on Tuesday, and I won't be spilling all the secrets. I've gone from being ragingly angry and incredibly sad to being, mostly, just very happy to walk away with my integrity and self-respect in tact. I won't be what my employer wants, and I refuse to take a punishment because they don't like my personality.

I believe I'm the first to flat-out resign over the changes in my office. I know I'm the first one to have a layoff rescinded. But I'm not the first to be offered a demotion. I'm just the only one who's got the guts or the security or the not-too-opulent lifestyle to be able to walk away. And I know that each of my coworkers has made the right personal decision. And I won't judge any of their choices.  I'm sorry for everyone who has to stay behind. But more than that, I'm pretty proud of myself. I'm so happy to finally be in a place to be able to walk away, and to be able to live up to my outspoken reputation by telling them that what they're doing is wrong.

My last day is in a few weeks. I'm about to jump off a cliff, and I don't have a safety net. But it's going to be an awesome trip.