When I first heard the term “quiet quitting” I thought, how sad, it sounds like a slow death and it made me think of what I call my “lucky let go”. I wasn’t technically fired but the harshest words I heard from my boss of 10 years was “Leianne, I think you’d be better somewhere else”.
You see I was a top performer at a luxury real estate firm and had my own renovation company called “Redneck Revivals” where I flipped homes quite successfully. However, I loved dirt under my fingernails not diamonds on my fingers.
I was also embroiled in a “you can’t make this sh*t up” drama filled life marred by gaslighting, stalking, narcissist abuse, parental alienation and domestic violence. And the smear campaign by my stalker had me going in and out of jail like a habitual con.
To my boss, I was a liability-regardless of the truth, which was not only was I NOT A CRIMINAL but I WAS THE VICTIM of a person who lies/makes up stalkers for attention, greed and sick/twisted narcissist supply.
And you know what about my boss’s very diplomatic “let go”? He was right, I was better off somewhere else, doing my own thing and writing my survival story to help myself and others and starting over far away from my danger.
So I packed up, left the south and that firm to flip “Fanciful Farmettes” in Maine (I’m a New England girl and hated the sweltering southern heat) and couldn’t be happier.
I’m a huge fan of this fellow New Englander-from his first job where he smoked in his cubicle at Heritage Foundation making $14,000 a year to a staunch warrior for our country.
God ALWAYS has a better plan for your next stint, you just have to TRUST that “wise guide inside”.
