Just hit me.  In one breath I suddenly realized it really is almost over.  A pleasant lunch with the gang who said very nice things about me, a nice little cash gift, a launch of a beautiful new website, and with very little left to do, I’m so out of here. The physical leaving will happen tomorrow.

Tomorrow I get papers signed to deal with my savings, I get my hair cut, I dink around…  (had my car damage estimate today, under $1400 but I think they’ll find some extra damage when they remove the fender and see that my friend forced the bumper skin back in place but it’s teeth are torn…)

I feel very odd.  Is this what freedom feels like?  Shivers? Chest expansion? Adrenalin?

Woo doggies.  Good thing it only comes in bits and bops.  Or I’d burst.

One last piece on the TVI.  He just left for his vacation and I will never see him again, at least not in this place.

The Big Kahuni called us into her office.  She is so torced.  She’s talking about how the clients mean the world to her and this failure to communicate is causing her great concern.  And she wants it over and done with.  NOW.  Not another word.  Easy enough really since I’m…  what? What am I?   LEAVING.

She’s being diplomatic and so addressing both of us (and maybe me to an extant, everyone does play some part in the play and I’ve been sorely tempted of late) but mostly it was towards TVI.  She says her bit and I’ve been nodding and looking concerned and have added a couple comments. She turns to TVI and says “What do you have to say about this?”  He says nothing.  NOTHING.  *blink*  *blinkblink*  She looks at him and says “Why aren’t you saying anything, why are you just sitting there making weird faces?”

OMG

He says the same thing over and over again about how he told them we are in limbo and that we can probably get them access to their sites.  He can’t see how useless it is.  He can’t see how what he’s told the clients is of no use to them at all. If he had talked to me they would have had access two weeks ago and had a week of training and two weeks of hand holding.  By me.

How does this man function inthe world?  How did he manage to raise so many kids?  How did he manage to keep an intelligent, beautiful, witty, critical thinking wife?  What happens when he lays down to sleep?  Does he?  Sleep?

We were instructed to go share. So I told him what I think he needs to do to fix this situation (but he can’t yet because he just left on vacation so the clients sit and wait in the echoing silence that will be my absence).  I tell him that I can’t for the life of me figure out why he has refused to use me as a valuable resource, that he never had to do this alone, that working as a team is a good thing.  Why has he never come to me for help with anything that is clearly in my purview?  I have never understood that I tell him. He says he’s sorry.  Yeah, okay, whatev.

Done. Over. Fini.  Woo the Fucking HOO!!!!!

When I gave my notice I contacted all the web clients (I think I told you this) and let them know I was leaving and had them send me as much as they could before my last day.  I knew there would be a temporary drought. And send they did.  They are very up to date and ready to go for a period of time without updates.  I am glad that this is so.  The site #4 is close to launch too.  Tomorrow or Friday at the latest.

It came to my attention this morning that our web clients have been told that we will no longer be providing services to them. I suspected something like this was happening. They were given nothing else except the fact that they can let their web files live on our servers as long as they like/need.  But with no updates or assistance. With Autumn quarter coming up this was hardly sufficient.  No contacts, no procedures, no migration assistance, no planning strategies.  Nothing. Continue reading →

Someone just sent me this saying:

“I didn’t know you wrote Dear Abby…”

DEAR ABBY: I read an article in our local paper a while ago that said good employees who leave a company usually do so because of their boss.

With that in mind, I would like to bring closure to my recent resignation with the following open letter to my former boss:

“Thanks for asking me to stay on, but I respectfully decline. I will be self-employed from now on. However, if in the future I ever feel the need to be publicly humiliated, blind-sided, ostracized and called a spy, be distrusted and disciplined by superiors for no good reason, fight for wages that are rightfully mine, stabbed in the back by fellow employees, used as a pawn in executive rivalries, or (especially) chewed out when you’re having a bad day, I’ll get back to you!” — MOVING ON IN NEW MEXICO

I struck out those that don’t apply…

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…that I only have four days left?

I woke up this morning and found myself thinking that next Monday will probably feel very much different.  And I won’t be on vacation.   As much as I plan and intend and all that I find myself very eager to see what it feels like to be my own boss.  And I realize I always have been my own boss.  While anyone who has the power to hire and fire me might think they are my boss, the  reality is that I choose to be there where ever that there might be.

And from now on my attitude about who is my boss is different. How could it not be.

Who da boss? I’m da boss.

What is that going to feel like?

I have short timer’s disease like no one’s business.  OMG.  This is the last time I will have to get out this blasted enews.  This is the last time I will have to sit through his droning on and on about edits as if I can’t frikking read them.

I only have to get through one more meeting with him and I’m done.  I won’t even have to sit next to him at lunch on Thursday.  One more speech about how much he values my work.

I’m jumping for joy.  Jumping out of my skin.

What is it about my life that attracts so many weird men?  I’m not inclined to think it’s simply a Man Thing because I know so very many truly cool men.  But boy the weirdos do seem to show up in my life…  I’m gonna work on manifesting something else entirely asap.