September 15, 2006
The Door Opened...
I gave my resignation today. My last day at this job is 29 September 2006. It's exactly two weeks' notice. I start my new job on 2 October 2006. Let me back up...
I got an e-mail back in June from the guy who hired me where I am now. He wanted to know if I would be interested in talking to him about publishing. Sure, no problem, let me know when it's convenient for you. And then there was nothing, so I didn't get my hopes up. Then our department admin quit, and three months later was working for the same guy. She and I have kept in touch since she left, and she dropped a little bomb on me a month or so ago. She said that they were looking for a publisher, and my name was written all over it...or something to that effect. I was very surprised to hear it and was told to expect a phone call from the recruiting manager. A week or so later, I got a call from the HR recruiter. We talked for a little bit and then set up an interview schedule. My interview was on the 12th of September, just three days ago. I showed up at 9:00 a.m., and talked to ten different people over the course of the next seven hours. By the time I left, I never wanted to tell my publishing story again for as long as I lived. I know I'm redundant, and I avoid it when I can, but when I'm forced to repeat myself—granted ten different times to ten different strangers—it gives me a migraine. Seems that everyone liked me, and last night, at 9:00 p.m., I got a call from the recruiter who presented me with an offer I couldn't and didn't refuse.
I had written my resignation letter back in April when I thought I was going to leave pharmaceuticals and regulatory publishing for a spot behind the wheel of a big rig (still not an impossible dream). And I don't know what happened, but I thought that I would be better served if I stayed where I was and reaped the benefits of this career. Funny that not even six months later, fate whispered to me that I am in the wrong place and that there's better stuff out there for me. But timing is everything, and this all happened as it should have.
So, the first thing I did when I got to work this morning was change the date on the letter, print it, sign it, and deliver it to my boss. It was short and sweet, not more than four sentences, and she didn't even seem fazed by it. Shit, she stole my damn thunder. There was no drama, no tears, no tantrum, no meltdown, and you know, that was just a silly fantasy anyway. She took it, wished me good luck, and that was it.
I feel relieved, and now I have to tie up all the loose ends that have been dangling for the last couple of months. I've had short-timer's for longer than I knew I was leaving. It's so silly to be ready to leave with nowhere to go. And now I have to go and tell people in person so they don't hear it through the grapevine. There still are a few people I care about here. And there are a lot of people leaving right now. It's weird, and I have to wonder why.
That's all. I'm so ready for the weekend. There's a great sale at Safeway on my favorite kind of soup, and I've been dying to get there and stock up, but I've been too preoccupied with this whole job thing to do anything but go home and watch CSI. And then there's the whole rat thing that I know I haven't mentioned. And I missed Flower of My Secret at the Castro, which is sad because that's one that I haven't seen, and it's not on dvd. But Live Flesh starts tonight and fuck me if I'm gonna miss that!!
