A job.
It's official. I've been offered a job and turned in my resignation. It's actually rather galling that my current company didn't just escort me out of the building when I gave them two weeks' notice. With what they've done to me, I ought to be disgruntled. They shouldn't trust me. It's like they don't even realize they've treated me so badly that if I were a vindictive or less professional person, they'd be in a heap of trouble.
It's not a terribly exciting job, and it pays about the bottom of what I think I can scrape by on. But it shouldn't be as crazy-making, and it doesn't have to be forever. Eventually, I'll get in with the county or the city or the U or something.
So . . . I feel a little disassociated, but I'm not all the way to relieved, yet. I walked in today, prepared to present my resignation to my boss, only to get a call from her that she's in the ER. She's had ongoing medical problems for a year. We've had ongoing staffing problems for longer than that. It's a bad time for me to be leaving, and yet, there's no good time. There never will be, any more than working for their IT department will ever get any better. That's what I told my boss's boss, too, when I handed him the resignation letter. It's a bad time, but there's never a good one, and I won't do this to myself anymore. (The last bit is because he kept pressing, trying to figure out how they could keep me--I finally gave up and gave him a health-related excuse. Told him I wasn't as noble and self-sacrificing as my boss, to put myself in the hospital or the loony bin trying to keep up. Well, the phrasing was a little different. And told him they need to outsource, in full or in part, at least temporarily).
We agreed not to tell my boss today, while she was in the ER. Maybe I'll feel differently once we have. Or maybe it won't really be real until I start at the new place.
The new workplace will be no jeans, no t-shirts. I have to go out and buy slacks. Dammit.
It's not a terribly exciting job, and it pays about the bottom of what I think I can scrape by on. But it shouldn't be as crazy-making, and it doesn't have to be forever. Eventually, I'll get in with the county or the city or the U or something.
So . . . I feel a little disassociated, but I'm not all the way to relieved, yet. I walked in today, prepared to present my resignation to my boss, only to get a call from her that she's in the ER. She's had ongoing medical problems for a year. We've had ongoing staffing problems for longer than that. It's a bad time for me to be leaving, and yet, there's no good time. There never will be, any more than working for their IT department will ever get any better. That's what I told my boss's boss, too, when I handed him the resignation letter. It's a bad time, but there's never a good one, and I won't do this to myself anymore. (The last bit is because he kept pressing, trying to figure out how they could keep me--I finally gave up and gave him a health-related excuse. Told him I wasn't as noble and self-sacrificing as my boss, to put myself in the hospital or the loony bin trying to keep up. Well, the phrasing was a little different. And told him they need to outsource, in full or in part, at least temporarily).
We agreed not to tell my boss today, while she was in the ER. Maybe I'll feel differently once we have. Or maybe it won't really be real until I start at the new place.
The new workplace will be no jeans, no t-shirts. I have to go out and buy slacks. Dammit.
posted by Journey | 6:55 PM
1 Comments:
To coin the phrase, 'Oh thank god.' Even if it isn't a great new-job, it's at least not an ulcer-producer.
My heart with you, my friend. Hopes and dreams.
Barry
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