change is good
Hooray, a wonderful thing has happened....I quit my job! I've been in my current position for about 4 years now. Sometimes it's bad. Most of the time it's good. On the day-to-day, it's damn easy. Lately, I go in a lil' late and leave a lil' early. I work from home whenever I want, which is often. I'm just as productive as I need to be, which is 10 times more productive than the rest of the staff and everyone knows it. The future was looking quite stagnant, so I decided to put the feelers out there.
The feelers had just come out for a split-second when wham!...a dream job made a dreamy offer. I accepted the job offer. It's a position at the local headquarters of a national organization doing some seriously good work. For me, it's like getting into Harvard without all those messy GREs and all the much ballyhooed intelligence. Telling my boss was sort of easy because of the particular organization and position I was accepting are so clearly fantastically better than the current deal. It's pretty much a no brainer. Nonetheless, she didn't take it well.
She cried and said "fuck" a few times. I tried to fill the awkward silence with a list of some of the accomplishments I contributed to over the last few years. There were more tears and more silence. I explained my mixed emotions and said how sad I was to leave this organization, but still she didn't offer the congratulations. In fact, she admitted, while wiping away more tears, "I wish I could say I'm happy for you, but I'm not even going to lie."
Suddenly, a coworker bust in to make fun of us for meeting behind closed doors, a somewhat formal practice in our very informal office that is reserved for the rare case of discipline. The coworker jumped in and said, "You know, you guys don't have to shut the door. It's not like you're working! No laptops, see.....uh, are you crying?" From there, things just became more tense and tear-filled. Other coworkers filed in, "YOU'RE LEAVING??!!" The meeting ended when I abruptly stood up and said we'd see each other later to talk more. She obviously wasn't ready to discuss the work that needs to get done before my departure or agree on an end date.
She left early that day. And she's worked at home every day since then. Normally, she works at home once a week, so this is feeling a bit strange. All of my coworkers were shocked too, and there have been jokes about my boss' depression, shooting me with paintball guns, having me jumped, and other bizarre forms of torture. Lots of snipey "traitor" jokes and other half-joking comparions, "Your new job isn't going to give you a laptop AND a computer for your office!" It feels all too unprofessional. And so, I've been enduring the guilt and secretly smiling on the inside. Oh, and I'm working from home right now so I have to go watch a movie. Bye!
The feelers had just come out for a split-second when wham!...a dream job made a dreamy offer. I accepted the job offer. It's a position at the local headquarters of a national organization doing some seriously good work. For me, it's like getting into Harvard without all those messy GREs and all the much ballyhooed intelligence. Telling my boss was sort of easy because of the particular organization and position I was accepting are so clearly fantastically better than the current deal. It's pretty much a no brainer. Nonetheless, she didn't take it well.
She cried and said "fuck" a few times. I tried to fill the awkward silence with a list of some of the accomplishments I contributed to over the last few years. There were more tears and more silence. I explained my mixed emotions and said how sad I was to leave this organization, but still she didn't offer the congratulations. In fact, she admitted, while wiping away more tears, "I wish I could say I'm happy for you, but I'm not even going to lie."
Suddenly, a coworker bust in to make fun of us for meeting behind closed doors, a somewhat formal practice in our very informal office that is reserved for the rare case of discipline. The coworker jumped in and said, "You know, you guys don't have to shut the door. It's not like you're working! No laptops, see.....uh, are you crying?" From there, things just became more tense and tear-filled. Other coworkers filed in, "YOU'RE LEAVING??!!" The meeting ended when I abruptly stood up and said we'd see each other later to talk more. She obviously wasn't ready to discuss the work that needs to get done before my departure or agree on an end date.
She left early that day. And she's worked at home every day since then. Normally, she works at home once a week, so this is feeling a bit strange. All of my coworkers were shocked too, and there have been jokes about my boss' depression, shooting me with paintball guns, having me jumped, and other bizarre forms of torture. Lots of snipey "traitor" jokes and other half-joking comparions, "Your new job isn't going to give you a laptop AND a computer for your office!" It feels all too unprofessional. And so, I've been enduring the guilt and secretly smiling on the inside. Oh, and I'm working from home right now so I have to go watch a movie. Bye!
posted by Freewendy @ 10:38 AM
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