For weeks now I’ve been sleeping like complete balls. Except for one night on the Cape, where I slept close to 10 hours, most nights are between 4 to 6 (For the record, I’m a solid 7-8 hour a night guy).
Transitions - or so I’ve heard - do this to people. Amazingly, I have not been super stressed about my job situation during non work hours. When it went from worse to horrible after I returned from vacation, I knew exactly what I needed to do and began to pragmatically and methodically put a plan together to get out. There have been other things going on in my personal life as well. The accumulative change simply has me revving at a pretty high RPM. It doesn’t feel so much like stress, but a lot of details that need to be managed well.
So when I pulled the plug and quit my job last week , I actually gave a two week notice. I left for a couple days (to the Cape) to give them time to figure out what they wanted to do. I
hoped thought they would just terminated me and be done with it. But if not, it would give them time to come up with a departure plan. Come Monday morning, I get into work and on the phone with my boss and quickly realize there is no plan. The long and short of it is that for the last two days she and I tersely went back and forth about what was needed in order for me to download (document) as much institutional knowledge as possible in that time. Yesterday afternoon we had a call with a group of business unit point people to discuss the plan (that I had to come up with) and what was needed. As she had been with me for the previous 36 hours, she talked in condescending and antagonistic circles. Everyone was frustrated and confused. After the call, a close colleague that was on the call walked into my office in tears and told me I should leave immediately. Even knowing the devastating impact my immediate departure would bring to her and others, she knew that it was a losing fight for me.
I spent the last 2 hours of the day putting as much in order that I could, said goodbye to the people in my office, sent my last email to my boss and HR notifying them I was leaving immediately and then…just left. Almost 6 years to the day…and I’m done…at the worst job I’ve ever had.
Today I dive head first into the world of consulting with more work than I know what to do with. It’s freaky as hell…but I trust my gut that I know what the hell I’m doing.