Thursday, October 12, 2006

On Dropping A Bomb


So I gave my two weeks notice at work Tuesday. Wow. Talk about "deer in the headlights" looks. Apparently my employer was thinking that this job hunt was going to last until sometime in 2007, and is not prepared. They already know who will be replacing me (the Jedi Apprentice), but it's not yet known who will replace him, so he's still doing his old role and the knowledge transfer has yet to start. I also put a bee in their bonnet about the wisdom of giving me a severance package, even though I am leaving on my timetable and terms. Even though, to casual observers it looks like I am the Alpha and Omega of this whole deal, the employer here has done a considerable amount of pushing to get me out the door. As it's consistent with my plans, I'm not worked up over it, but the conduct of my allegedly benevolent employer is shameful- to the extent that my boss (the source of this crappiness, I suspect) volunteered to me that she felt badly about how I'm being treated WHILE IT CONTINUES. Honest to God, this is the embodiment of "until morale improves, the beatings will continue".

I began making some calls to contacts and spreading the word that I'm leaving town and will be back in touch with new contact information once it's all sorted out, and damn if I didn't get an earful about my soon to be former employer, and how widely despised we are. I'm not naming names, but we are a non-profit that gives away money. How on earth we screw that up to the extent that people are pissed off at us is astonishing.

I'm supposed to be doing a knowledge transfer for my replacement in the meantime, but he's not here, so I'm just hanging loose reading blogs and looking at rental properties in Seattle. Good work I guess. I've worked places where, once you turn in your notice, they escort you out and pay the two weeks off, but no such luck here. In fact, I expect that they are going to need an awful lot of direction and help from me going forward, and unless they come up with a respectable amount of cash, I'll be inconveniently unavailable. It's been suggested to me that they are considering an arrangement wherein they would pay me my previous consulting rate to answer help calls, and that's too bad because I never said I was interested in or amenable to that model. Plus, to make matters more significant, the Jedi Apprentice is leaving on vacation in November to Europe for 10 days or such. Whoops. I guess that means contractors. Oh, but wait a moment- there are offbeat proprietary systems here that no consultant would find familiar or understandable. This shows every potential to become "interesting" (in the sense of the Chinese curse- "may you live in interesting times").

That's all secondary though, and I sit here I'm not worrying about the current employer, or even the new employer so much (I think the new gig is a good fit, and the folks all seem sharp). I'm preoccupied with the sale of the house and how and where I'm going to stay in Seattle while the house in Colorado still needs the mortgage paid. Eventually , my 401K cash out will come through and I'll be financially able to support two rent/mortgage payments (even though I hate the idea), but until then things are very tight. I can just feel the ulcer brewing...

8 Comments:

Blogger Nancy Dancehall said...

Not to name names, but the political figure who started your charitable ex-company once walked into the bookstore, looked around and said, "I'm going to wait for the fire sale. Har har har."

Yeah. Thanks, Ace. Go find an intern wouldja?

4:02 PM  
Blogger Stucco said...

He didn't start it- just got paid handsomely by it.

5:06 PM  
Anonymous O said...

Yeah, 'fraid it wasn't the starter, just some asshole who worked there. And it wasn't Stucco. Wait, that doesn't sound right....
BTW, if your current-soon-to-be-former-employer will give me some money, I promise not to hate them until you're gone.
O

8:05 PM  
Blogger slaghammer said...

I’ve seen what happens when a previously valued and irreplaceable employee departs. You know the scenario where a world class a**hole dies and is magically transformed into a saint at the funeral, well, it’s like that except in reverse.

9:00 PM  
Blogger Scott from Oregon said...

Can I get handsomely paid if I am handsome?

Poo.

For no logical reason...

I got a motorhome you can live in if you want. It comes with a stove and lights and lots of small cabinets...

You can just park it on the street and pretend you are a retired engineer from NASA that lives in that.... uh... white house there...

If I am not using it. You may.

Can you drive a stick?

(I'm just asking cause sticks are hard to drive. They got no wheels and no motors and are full of bark and dirty other stuff like fungi...

I have an internet friend who offered me a dinner if I came into town. You can have that, too, if I can meet your daughter...

I AM KIDDING, you know.

Why do people ever work in an office, anyway? It is full of other people, isn't it?

ewww...

11:35 PM  
Blogger Schmoopie said...

Heh, heh. Stucco drives a stick very well.

6:46 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think what stucco does in the bedroom by himself is his business :)
however... on topic:
I don't believe that most employers would give nice severance packages like you want, but I know I'm gonna ask the same thing :P and I just can't believe that they were not ready, I mean, they gave you a deadline... granted it was in April of next year.

11:31 AM  
Blogger drama-addict said...

Moving from Colorado to Seattle, eh? I envy you on your fresh start! As soon as I'm done with my degree, I'm considering moving to a new place and starting from scratch. Of course I want my mum and dad to come with me...

So it wouldn't be a completely fresh start. More like a sorta fresh start, with a side of codependency.

3:55 PM  

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