Chapter 1.1: The Light

The sweet satisfaction of telling Manhattanville’s upper management that I will no longer be there for them to abuse was pure bliss.

They had hired a new director for my department—a male this time—with the idea that he would be lateral with my coworker and I. Our department would exist with out a rigid “boss” per say and the public relations component would no longer reside in marketing and communications.

Once again, that wasn’t the plan. They neglected to split the job (yet again) into two positions and the interview process was just as rushed and asinine as the last. While the department was already destined for trouble, additional things began to surface after the new director of publications started his position.

We didn’t think he was right for the job, but he was the best out of the two candidates that the president chose for the position. He, at least, had decent ideas... But it wasn’t until a few weeks later where he began admitting that he couldn’t use basic computer software. Word, Excel and even e-mail were all foreign things to him—let alone knowing how to access them.

And it got even better. “Well, I’ve always had other people doing these things for me,” he’d confess in a closed office. With my sharpened acting skills, I played along and gave him his sympathy, but that was the turning point where I knew I had to get out of Manhattanville and FAST.

The president was on my ass daily for his fabricated perception of my lack of project management, the VP of Development was pissing me off with her spinning web of lies and bullshit and I had just about enough of this new “director” who didn’t know a goddamn thing.

By higher acts of God, I had a job offer waiting for me on a Friday, but I waited until Monday before I quit. It would be two weeks since my former new boss had started and he barely had a grasp on reality. He sure wasn’t happy when I broke the news. No one was, but I didn’t care.

I was sick of it; sick of the poor management, sick of the shitty pay, sick of the hours and sick of the stress. I was sick of White Plains, sick of New York and sick of living at home. It was time that I made some big changes.

Having already distanced myself from some childhood friends, I packed all my shit up and left White Plains for New London, and I don’t think I’ve looked back once.

Thank God. I FINALLY had the chance to start my life OVER… (more to come).