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Month: February, 2007

So Much For Leaving On A Good Note. . .Effers.

Here’s a question:  When you’re being screwed in your last days at work because your boss is choosing to act like an infantile f*ckwit, do you take the high road or do you put in the last zing before you skip your way out the door. 

This is the question I’m trying to answer.  And I’m tending to lean towards the –screw him- method of dealing with the situation though I will probably end up doing this in a semi-professional manner. You know, if semi-professional means quitting a week before my two week’s are up and instead of talking to my boss face-to-face I’ll use a page out of his own book and send him an e-mail. 

Monday night I checked my mail and found an e-mail from my boss.  It was sent 10-15 minutes after I left for the day (as in he waited for me to leave, then e-mailed me).      Basically, he wrote that if I planned to be on personal calls for the remainder of my time with the company then I could leave sooner than next week (I had taken two personal calls during the day. TWO.  One of which was during lunch break and neither call going over 15 minutes). LAME.  After my initial WTF and feelings of rage subsided I got a bit teary.  (Ben was with me when I read the e-mail, and I had such hope that he wouldn’t see an emotional me for a bit longer.  He was also not impressed by my boss’ lack of professionalism.) 

Crying doesn’t fix anything in this situation but it was out of pure frustration.  Frustration that this is what its come to with my boss, and because out of a year and a half of work this is the type of bullsh*t and lack of respect I am dealing with during my last two weeks. 

Remember this is the guy who could not find the time to e-mail me when I was snowed/iced in, or e-mail me when I had the flu and needed help with an important client, or when I turned in a project for review which sat on his desk for four months.  But apparently he can find time to message me about two personal phone calls. This situation has also made it very clear that no matter how I finish up my time at the company, I am not a valued member of this team and that he has a very low view of me.

If I wasn’t getting my work done or if I wasn’t making sales quotas then I could understand his concerns (oh wait I am top in sales thank-you-very-much).  However, I would also argue that if he had some issue with me, we should have had a conversation before I turned in my notice.  Or maybe he should just grow a pair, take a class on effective leadership and management, and quit being a douche. 

I know that his e-mail was more or less retaliation for my quitting.  I know he’s just acting out like a small child who isn’t getting his or her way, but it’s still very disappointing and frustrating.   One of my coworkers made a comment about how sad it is that he is acting this way during my last few days at work.

I didn’t really sleep Monday night, I just re-wrote my letter to him over and over in my dreams.   I used a lot of terms that would be the equivalent of Becky’s language skills when she returns from extended periods with the NAVY.  Most of the words I used yesterday included the word “ass” paired with “clown” or “puppet” or “jockey” or “f*ck”.    

Yesterday, I sped up the process of starting with my new company.  I drove some ridiculous distance to take my drug screen at a provider closer to the employer (because it will take 1-3 days versus a week for results).   I hate drug screens because I always feel dirty afterwards.  The cleanliness of the bathroom at this place would be best compared to a questionable gas station facility.  My future employer will find out that I am not a habitual drug user and I in turn will cross my fingers that I did not get crabs from this exercise.  

I called my new employer and let them know that I would be available for work this coming Monday if they could take me early.  If they can’t take me early I’ll probably head home and visit the parents or catch up on the Price is Right (PLINKO!). I can find a million other things to do with my time with people who actually value me. 

My boss has not spoken to me or looked at me since I turned in my notice.  He has not e-mailed me since Monday night. I’m invisible again. It is sad, it is pathetic, and my language has all but gone to hell.  Stress related acid reflux is now my enemy. 

So tomorrow, on March 1st, I will be sending a late e-mail to my boss ala his passive aggressive pathetic correspondence from Monday night explaining that my last day is now Tuesday.  BUT I will be taking Friday and Monday-Tuesday off as vacation time so I’m not screwed out of being paid out for those days.   With any luck it will “brighten” his Friday morning.   And with any luck I’ll be across the border in Canada if/when he calls me up.  ßI have a better chance of sprouting horns, a tail, and cloven hooves, than his actually calling me.  

 Its really too bad that it is socially and professionally unacceptable to call your soon to be ex-boss a “juvenile assbag” in your final letter to him. 

I Quit! :)

Yesterday I turned in my two weeks notice.   

I thought telling my boss I was quitting went pretty well.  He seemed almost elated that I was leaving and seemed generally positive about the whole issue.  Basically, I thought he was happy to see me go.  Then he sent me an email towards the latter part of the day asking me to explain all my reasons for leaving the company.  

F*ck. 

I do have reasons.  Lots of reasons.  Having an opinion and being honest is not typically a difficulty of mine.  But in this situation, I just want to serve my two weeks and move on in peace.  I don’t want to dredge up every issue from the last year and a half, nor do I want to have some “honesty time” with my boss.  “Honesty time” got me nowhere during my review, and nowhere during the whole two private meetings I’ve been allotted during my time here.  Two whole meetings when my coworker gets a meeting practically bi-weekly.  When it comes to me though, he doesn’t have time. 

And to be honest, the fact that he e-mailed this request to me instead of asking me to my face when my desk is all of 15ft from his door I think sums up a lot of the reasons why I am leaving this company. 

In talking to one of my coworkers I found out that my position was originally supposed to be an assistant position.  I was hired on to be an equal to another coworker, which of course never happened.  During my review the conversation went like this: 

Boss: I’m not sure you are happy or that you are inspired by what you are doing 

Me: I feel that I am struggling to be an equal to the coworker, which was something that was discussed at my time of hire.  I was assured that my position was equal to my coworker and that I would be trained and supported in the same way.  I am beginning to feel that the company should have hired an assistant instead of my position. 

Boss: So you want to be an assistant? 

Me: No I don’t want to be a f*cking assistant assbag I want to have the support to do my job well. 

Okay I didn’t really say that but you can see that there was a bit of an issue right? 

 

What reason will I give my boss for why I am leaving?  I’m simply telling him that a 20% pay raise is calling my name. 

When I left my first job out of college I spent 2.5 hours with my VP explaining in meticulous detail all the reasons why I was leaving the company (he asked me to do this, and I’d been keeping a pad of paper/list of opportunities for blackmail).  Gail did the same thing a few months later.   Nothing at that company has changed.  The girl who took my position cried within three weeks of her start date.  She has also since moved on from the company. . .in less than a year. 

But there are other reasons for leaving, aside from my general discontent with my current job.   I’m leaving because I’m ready for my next adventure.  I’m not the same person I was when I took this position, and I feel that things are finally coming together and part of my moving forward with the next stage of my life is taking control of my career path and getting hired into a greater position.  Sitting on my arse complaining about my situation instead of being proactive wouldn’t change anything. 

Though I have many life goals, not one of those goals includes sitting in a cube farm wondering when I’ll see daylight again, and wondering if the light from my computer screen is giving me enough vitamin D to ward off rickets.  One of my goals is to run my own successful business, but until I can define what I want to do I am completely apt to have someone else pay for my benefits and make sure a paycheck is deposited in my bank account every two weeks (and thus paying for my rent, car, liquor, and scuba, etc). 

Hell, maybe during this next period in my life I’ll finally go earn that massage therapy license I’ve been ranting about for six years, earn a certificate in marketing, or write, or scrapbook (probably not), take an Asian cookery class, or teach a class on how to drunkenly wrangle tumbleweeds (I’m good at it!).  Or maybe I’ll find that continuing on my path in sales and marketing is just fine and dandy with me.  The point is, I was not content in my current job and decided that I could and would find something better. And I did it J