HAVE you ever wanted to leave a job so badly that you contemplated ways of quitting in sensational fashion?
I have, once. I was 25. I was working in marketing for a particularly brutal boss, who seemed to enjoy assigning me tasks I had no hope of completing.
The entire workplace had an awful culture of consistently setting each other up to fail, rather than supporting each other towards successful outcomes. And to top it off, his wild mood swings meant I never knew who I would be working for that day: ‘Manically Happy & Semi-approachable Boss’, or his alter-ego, ‘I’m Shutting My Door, Leave Me Alone and Only Interrupt me in Emergencies’.
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I don’t know which version was worse.
It took me a full 12 months to work up the courage to quit and during that time, I dreamed up all manner of bridge-burning methods to deliver my news.
Needless to say, my moment of resignation was quite sedate. I asked for a week off to visit my elderly granddad, and my manager refused, without offering any feedback. I used that conversation as an opportunity to say, “This isn’t quite working out”, gave my notice, and finished up two weeks later.
Perhaps because of this unsatisfyingly amicable end, I’m always interested in stories about people who quit their jobs in a spectacular moment of career suicide.
Such was the case this week with TV reporter Charlo Greene in Alaska, who resigned live on air from KTVA on Sunday, making quite the splash on her way out the door.
After delivering a news story about a medical marijuana club, Charlo told viewers: “I – the actual owner of the Alaska Cannabis Club – will be dedicating all of my energy for fighting for freedom and fairness, which begins with legalising marijuana here in Alaska. And as for this job, well, not that I have a choice but… f**k it, I quit.”
She then walked off screen and left her stunned colleague to apologise to views for the unscripted moment.
Yes, it was unprofessional.
Yes, there could have been kids watching.
Yes, it seems like an odd choice, to quit your job to fight for medical marijuana. (Can’t you fight that battle while still earning an income?)
Regardless, I have to say ¬– the girl’s got some nerve. She may not book another TV gig, but she can revel in her 15 minutes of fame in the meantime!
You can watch the situation unfold in all of its unprofessional, career-ending glory here.
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