In which Owen totally fails to learn a lesson about growing up
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A few weeks back I talked to my mom, who gave me the best advice about changing jobs that has been given: Before you quit, make sure you have something else lined up. That, she said, is the hard part about growing up.
Others have given me this advice as well.
And I ignored them all. A short while after my call with my mom, I turned in my resignation from Quintiles. Various reasons, most of which are too complex to go into here. And I've spent the last two weeks alternately giddy and scared to death. I know, afterall, that my actions were stupid and hasty. But damn it felt good. And, oh yeah, meanwhile, I put a couple of resumes out on Monster and worked on my cover let when I had free time.
Wednesday was my last day at the Q. In the couple of days before that, I had some excellent experiences that reminded me what I did like about the Q: The co-workers. They were awesome, and the main anchor keeping me there ("I could quit now, but somebody I like would catch all this shit and I can't prepare them for it"). One co-worker said "You're leaving? I thought you were on the fast-track for management." That felt real good. Maybe somewhere other than the Q. Another one gave me a 6 pack of Bad Penny, and said "Will you stay now?" Six of them took me out to lunch at the restaurant-formerly-known-as-Kanda's on Tuesday. For a guy who really set about his work life with the view that those around him were co-workers, not friends, I managed to make some good friendships there.
Yesterday I woke up and, for the first time in five years, had no studies or clients or meetings or e-mails to worry about. I had an appointment with my doc, he said "144 over 100 is bad, so it's time for meds", then Jenny and I went for a walk in downtown Chapel Hill. Came home, I slept for 2 hours in my hammock in the backyard, and then I went fencing. Today I've gotten even less done (though I did work out for a half hour).
Also, today, I found out I've been hired by the company I really wanted to go work for (there motto: "Yeah, we don't do overtime"). As Jenny said "So you were out of work for one day?" Starting day is 1st of June (they seem to have people start at the first of each month), so I've got a month of time on my hands and am already figuring out how to fill it (TV and Call of Duty are not going to factor in as much as they could).
Well, Grendel is now sleeping on my arms. This is how he subtly implies I'm too ambitious with my life goals and should go back to being furniture. Cheers, all!
A few weeks back I talked to my mom, who gave me the best advice about changing jobs that has been given: Before you quit, make sure you have something else lined up. That, she said, is the hard part about growing up.
Others have given me this advice as well.
And I ignored them all. A short while after my call with my mom, I turned in my resignation from Quintiles. Various reasons, most of which are too complex to go into here. And I've spent the last two weeks alternately giddy and scared to death. I know, afterall, that my actions were stupid and hasty. But damn it felt good. And, oh yeah, meanwhile, I put a couple of resumes out on Monster and worked on my cover let when I had free time.
Wednesday was my last day at the Q. In the couple of days before that, I had some excellent experiences that reminded me what I did like about the Q: The co-workers. They were awesome, and the main anchor keeping me there ("I could quit now, but somebody I like would catch all this shit and I can't prepare them for it"). One co-worker said "You're leaving? I thought you were on the fast-track for management." That felt real good. Maybe somewhere other than the Q. Another one gave me a 6 pack of Bad Penny, and said "Will you stay now?" Six of them took me out to lunch at the restaurant-formerly-known-as-Kanda's on Tuesday. For a guy who really set about his work life with the view that those around him were co-workers, not friends, I managed to make some good friendships there.
Yesterday I woke up and, for the first time in five years, had no studies or clients or meetings or e-mails to worry about. I had an appointment with my doc, he said "144 over 100 is bad, so it's time for meds", then Jenny and I went for a walk in downtown Chapel Hill. Came home, I slept for 2 hours in my hammock in the backyard, and then I went fencing. Today I've gotten even less done (though I did work out for a half hour).
Also, today, I found out I've been hired by the company I really wanted to go work for (there motto: "Yeah, we don't do overtime"). As Jenny said "So you were out of work for one day?" Starting day is 1st of June (they seem to have people start at the first of each month), so I've got a month of time on my hands and am already figuring out how to fill it (TV and Call of Duty are not going to factor in as much as they could).
Well, Grendel is now sleeping on my arms. This is how he subtly implies I'm too ambitious with my life goals and should go back to being furniture. Cheers, all!