The beginning of the end and I must end it, I’m not Superman

Bukit Bintang side of The Pavilion KL. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I’m done.

After my manager and regional head scolded me after my presentation today, our global head talked to me. I told her I wanted to quit. Not with the limited skillset that some of my team members have. I can’t keep carrying their weight. I’m trying to plug holes with what superhuman effort I can do. It’s not enough.

She agreed that I am overwhelmed and she said sorry that she wasn’t able to see I was already drowning and needed help. She said I’m already stretched too thinly. She said it’s equivalent to handling five bureaus that I need to be on top of, aside from trying to bridge the skills gap of my people.

I told her I saw a therapist when it was already too tough to remain sane and I need to go back and see a therapist again with the way things are going. I said I will go on medical leave next week.

She said she will talk to me tomorrow to draw a game plan. I will tell her that after 6 months I will quit and go on a freelamce mode and have somebody else manage the team. I have already exhausted everything and my efforts weren’t enough because it’s already the best that they can do given the limited skills they have. I’m working with I have, with whatever I’ve inherited. Hanggang dito na lang talaga, wala nang ibubuga.

I’m done.

I have six months to find something else to do. In the meantime, I will go on freelance mode.

My mental health is more important.