In Which I Am Shown The Door
Well, crap.
It looks like I’m going to be looking for a new job.
I got a call this afternoon to let me know that my company’s office down this way would be closing. After two years, the revenue has been pretty much nil and they’ve decided to cut their losses. I can’t say that I blame them, either… the fact that it has stayed open so long is impressive… and I appreciate that I’ve been able to work for an awesome company for so long. Alas, it is over tomorrow.
Though… I still get paid for another month, so there’s that.
Now, though, I need to decide what I want to do. With a month to find something (and I had a hit this evening that may end up not panning out) I’m not feeling the pressure, but I’d be lying if I said I was particularly pleased.I suppose part of that is simply not enjoying the feeling of getting dumped.
I’ll know more tomorrow, but I don’t expect I’ll know a whole lot more than what I already know. No job, sorry about that, here’s some money and a free lunch. We’ll call you when there’s work down this way if you like, pay you contract rates.
A shame, really. I liked my company. But I understand why they need to do what they’re doing.
November 6th, 2009 at 2:26 am
Well, that does it for the "Norfolk" office. The day I left, I stepped out the side door onto the outside steps and stood for a second. A bird fell on the sidewalk, twitched and then stopped breathing. Weirdest thing I ever saw. I won't go into the year that followed, but it was indeed bleak. It was interesting while it lasted. It was never what they promised me when hired. And they sure didn't have their act together during the middle part either. The top level is delusional about their recognition beyond Richmond. Every time I suggested marketing I was politely asked to STFU. When MS contacted me to arrange "events" on the southside (long story), Richmond yelled at me for getting in the way. Hilarious if not sad. Oh well. No hard feelings, right? I will say that you were great to work with. No hidden agendas or bullshit. Upfront. Honest. To the point. I wish you the best.
November 6th, 2009 at 2:43 am
I'm sorry. I've been down this road twice with J. When we left Maine, it was with a sense of starting a new chapter in life. We knew that job was temporary and so looked forward to bigger and better things. When that bigger and better thing sank like the Titantic (the company was the producer of oxycontin. Nuff said.) we were like "ACK! We haz toddler and another baby on the way! What nao!" He got another job and then THAT company tanked. Fuck! Not again! That's how we got to Ohio. What's the point of my story? Um. If you have to relocate, don't move to Ohio. I'm freezing.
November 7th, 2009 at 1:56 pm
Thanks.
I'm not completely unprepared, as I knew that this would likely happen unless something changed, but I am a bit disappointed and blah about it. Failure to develop the area aside, I did like working with the people I worked with, and I really enjoyed the independence of the position I basically created to fill. With thing in the world the way they are, though, it was about impossible to sustain.
No hard feelings on my part.
November 7th, 2009 at 1:58 pm
If I relocate, I'm going to go to the desert. I liked the heat, i liked the sun, and I liked the utter change in landscape. For now, though, I'm going to stick around here until H has graduated minimum. After that, well… fuck it. I see no reason to stay if something better is out there.
I might be feeling odd right now, but nomadic seems fun.