Jun 23, 2008 16:15
On a flight to tulsa for a fun business trip. Just got an email that I am not being considered for promotion. Don't bother rushing in your paperwork, says Eric, my performance manager. The decision has already been made.
Although the gravity of this really hasn't hit me, the thing that goes through my head is that i've reached my plateau at this job. It's time to pull out plan B - use the geography degree. Finish the thesis. Do the minimum, keep this job, stay around until you get a new job, then gracefully exit.
Scary. There's a certain security that went with this job. I think I am just afraid to move out. There are other things, besides the good pay, that I like about this job. There are two paths to continue in this position - technical and project management. Technical-maybe, but this would require dabbling in a level of detail that i am not comfortable with, and an enormous amount of work to get to a level that I can advance. Project management-I'm already getting negative feedback on-and no one seems to want to help me with it.
work,
depressed