Sitting in a Starbucks in the middle of nowhere, suburbanly speaking. West Hayward for those who care. Waiting for an appointment. A banker friend. Just a friendly coffee, and I have the time. To chill, and post here. I've missed this. I intend to begin posting regularly again.
I quit my job a month ago. Took three and half weeks off to chill out and process. Now looking for a new forever job, or at least long-term. In the meantime I'll be doing temp work. Got an offer for a gig yesterday, but had to turn it down because of the hours. Not too worried about it.
I was in the middle of negotiating with my old company to bring me on permanently. You could say my old boss failed his interview. Though he thought he was interviewing me. And at the the time, I thought so as well.
He refused to give me feedback. He wanted me to write a self-evaluation. What did I think he thought I could do better if I were him? He said, "I want to see if you're self-aware enough to know what I would want." (He also told me that across the board, everyone, without exception, including him, thought I was doing a great job. But it was more of an aside. To little, too late.)
Fuck that shit. I told him he either wanted me or he didn't. Then I quit. My quitting was a little more convoluted, but that's the essence. I realized I could make $20 anywhere until I found a permanent position. I offered to stay until they found a replacement, but he texted me a couple of days later to get my things and go. No warning. I was shocked, but now realize it's par for the course.
I knew I didn't want to spend any more of my time justifying myself. My work was great. Offer me a fair salary and be done with it. That self-evaluation nonsense was just not flying. I would have welcomed feedback, and adjusted accordingly. But all-in-all, it wasn't a good fit for my personality. I want to work with happy people. I know they're out there!
He was a very difficult person to work for. Poor guy. He is a good person, but deeply unhappy. And unhappy people can be fractious. Honestly though, I wish him all the best. Really. That was my entrée into the working world again; and for that, I'm very grateful.
The client was pissed. (I think my boss got an earful, which is probably why he got so mad.) The client told me as far as he was concerned, I was getting $40 an hour, and he was furious they hadn't taken me off temp pay sooner. (They were paying $40, I was getting $20 as a temp for a year!)
Anyway, that's the story. I'm excited about trying new offices and situations. I don't miss my old job at all. No regrets. On to the next adventure. But first, to the barn. Third time this week. Gratitude.