What an unexpected day at work today. I arrived at work late (as per the usual... since I have entirely lost interest and had planned on giving 2 weeks notice on monday) to get an IM from my boss asking me to come chat with him. Oh boy. As expected, I started to get the "your work ethic has fallen off, yr not putting in as many hours as you used to" line of crap. And then my boss said the perfect thing: "I'm not sure why this is happening..."
BAM. Perfection.
I turned and said "well, I was going to tell you on monday, but I'm moving out of state." And instantly the clouds parted and the angels blew their trumps... or maybe they blew each other. Something orgasmic. All that pressure was off. Hell, my boss was a bit taken aback, but he was happy for me and seemed to completely understand the desire to get the hell out of utah. So 11 August is my last day. And it cannot come soon enough. Seattle beckons.
Interesting side note: I start training my replacement TOMORROW. As in, they'd already hired a second designer to come in and "supplement" my work, but now he'll just take over for me when I leave. Kind of sketchy, since they never said word one to me about thinking i needed some help. Funny thing is I found their want ad on craigslist, and several of the non-technical requirements are things that fit perfectly with what the girl I work with always complained about (ie, i worked from home a bit when I was first hired, just like my initial job ad had stated I could... and this irked her like you wouldn't believe. she also hated that I would be blunt and tell her no to her face when her suggestions were bad ideas... really bad ideas). Seems they were planning on grooming a successor unless I fell into line.
I feel for the poor guy that replaces me. He has NO IDEA what kind of misery he's in for. Unless he enjoys having no say and working on substandard equipment...
BAM. Perfection.
I turned and said "well, I was going to tell you on monday, but I'm moving out of state." And instantly the clouds parted and the angels blew their trumps... or maybe they blew each other. Something orgasmic. All that pressure was off. Hell, my boss was a bit taken aback, but he was happy for me and seemed to completely understand the desire to get the hell out of utah. So 11 August is my last day. And it cannot come soon enough. Seattle beckons.
Interesting side note: I start training my replacement TOMORROW. As in, they'd already hired a second designer to come in and "supplement" my work, but now he'll just take over for me when I leave. Kind of sketchy, since they never said word one to me about thinking i needed some help. Funny thing is I found their want ad on craigslist, and several of the non-technical requirements are things that fit perfectly with what the girl I work with always complained about (ie, i worked from home a bit when I was first hired, just like my initial job ad had stated I could... and this irked her like you wouldn't believe. she also hated that I would be blunt and tell her no to her face when her suggestions were bad ideas... really bad ideas). Seems they were planning on grooming a successor unless I fell into line.
I feel for the poor guy that replaces me. He has NO IDEA what kind of misery he's in for. Unless he enjoys having no say and working on substandard equipment...
roethke:
Where is it that you're moving to?
pistolita:
i guess i didn't realize that "sewer" could be taken a different way, until I read it in your comment back to me.. and i read it as "s-ewwww-er" and was like.. ew gross! Then realizing that is exactly what threw you off while reading my entry. HA! the irony slays me.