April 27
From my brain
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2009
Me 13:08, 27 April 2009 (EDT)
- Lawyer: Sign the separation agreement.
- Drivers' license: Still have to do
- Separation agreement: Still have to drop off
- Statement from one guildie: "So, got some time/interest for WoW stuff?"
- Statement from second guildie: "Are you going to be in game tonight?" and "You might need to be."
- The "pain specialist" can't see me until JUNE 6
- Two Percocet left: Prescribing doctor? In the hospital (like, as a patient) and can't refill.
Just because you may (or may not) be employed, does NOT mean that Mondays cease to suck.
Me 17:23, 27 April 2009 (EDT)
Instead of that cry, I ended up crying in the parking lot with another employee who'd also gotten the axe. She'd been there exactly one day longer than I had, and was probably one of the first people I got to know when I worked there. Fourteen and a half years with a company and memories with friends -- and even just coworkers -- is hard to just drop and leave behind.
As it was, when we got to the office, the HR chick who'd called me along with VCS was manning the phones. Yeah, so they fired one receptionist, sent another up to customer service, and left just one girl there. So, if she needs a break (lunch, bio, whatever), guess who has to run the desk? Bwahahaha......how's that workin' out for ya?
I asked if I could just go and get my stuff from my desk and bail. She says, "Well, we're really not letting people go up to their desk to get their stuff. We'll take it down, inventory it, and then you can make sure it's all there." My problem? I've had those belongings for 14 years. I don't know what the hell is in the bowels of my desk! Inventory whatever the hell you like...but I'm gonna lose something, I know it.
Especially since I heard from friends after that VCS was apparently packing up my desk non-too-nicely. Having received said message, I called the HR chick and told her that I was more than willing to quietly go up to my desk and collect my things. No. They had to follow their procedure. "So, I would greatly appreciate it if you would speak with VCS, and ask him that he treat the belongings of a former employee in a better fashion than the employees themselves when they were there. Rest assured I will be very thorough going through all the items to make sure everything is there!"
Prick.
Anyway, back to leaving the building. "MM" as I'll her literally started there the day before I did in 1994. I was working a gawd-awful 4am-1pm shift, and she was third shift at the time. When I'd be learning the system and accounts that were around, she was typically the one to help. As the years went on, she was often nearby in whatever manner, and I regularly helped her and kept in touch with her.
So, as she was dropping off her stuff, I gave her a big hug (and she squeezed entirely too hard!) and let her know that I was gone too. We chatted a bit about who else was gone...with the HR chick overhearing and once I got my copies back of the documents, we all walked out together. There we chatted about how the place had changed, and how there was just all this (as she put it) "bad chi" floating around. She said, "It's not like I walked out with cuts and bruises from being slashed at and beaten...but you just feel so broken down at the end of a day!"
And that kinda summarized everything that I've been feeling for several years now. That point of dread when you rounded the curve and the building came into view just kinda took the wind out of your sails. If it wasn't for the fact I was doing morning prayers right up to that drive in, I totally would have been deflated. Every. Day. That's the kind of thing working at ThePit does to you. Even a the former AVP who called me the other day as a potential job offer said, "ThePit has a way of robbing people after their dreams. By all means...chase after yours."
God willing, I'll reach it.
2008
Me 02:57, 27 April 2008 (EDT)
Truly He is Risen!
So, technically, that's only for one of you, but for those who aren't Orthodox, read the link above.
I am in a word...exhausted. I don't even have much of a blog post for you my loyal fan base of what? Three? Maybe four? We just got home from church and the feast which followed. The kids are tucked up into bed, my belly is full of all kinds of meat and dairy products to the point I'm ready to burst like it's a Friday lunch with the guys.
Beyond that, I'll at least leave you with Paschal Homily given every year during the Paschal service. It's the Rocky theme music for Lent for Orthodox Christians. It tells you flat out you've made it whether you did the journey from the beginning or took that cross-town cab only on Holy Saturday afternoon.
For the rest of tonight...you'll have to wait until I get some sleep. Perhaps I can coerce the kids to being REALLY interested in going to church with Grandma and Poppa (MIL and FIL) tomorrow so Mommy and Daddy can take a couple hours of a nap.
Is that horrible of me?
2007
Me 07:35, 27 April 2007 (EDT)
Adding to all the fun, Fun, FUN! of yesterday, Ceraun had a meeting yesterday in which he said that our group won't quite be getting ZOMGbenefits from the reports conversion from Access 97 (working off the operational system) to a web environment (working of a SQL server backend warehouse).
Instead, it appears that once we do all of the legwork to figure out all the files and fields we use, describe in detail how our reports work, that the actual conversion will be done by someone else. Supposedly those people already have .NET experience and are more capable of making the conversion. We're not even getting training on any of this until AFTER the conversion is done.
Why does this feel VERY bad to me like when TEO said to Wifey (prior to the trip to my brother's wedding) that he wanted to train her day-shift coworker on how to do her job "as backup". This "would help for whenever she went on vacation". Two and a half months later...guess who's laid off and has their job position eliminated from the company?
In other news, I spent the better part of last evening on the phone with a mortgage agent from Countrywide...no, sorry...Full Spectrum Lending. My crappy credit score of 596 isn't good enough for Countrywide, so I gots to downgrade to the "sister company".
Anyway, after a good half hour-45 mins on the phone with him (having spent 15-20 bounced around through customer service), his outlook is high, and my hopes are as well. He says he'll call me back in an hour. No call. We had one phone call in all that time and it wasn't that long.
I had no contact number, so I began to crawl through their customer service network trying to find the elusive "Derrick". Bounced along 3 separate 800 numbers, I finally contact a very nice girl who may or may not have been an admin assistant for all I know. (If she was, she was a VERY knowledgeable one.) She tracked Derrick down through the company directory after looking up my info in the system. The problem: Long distance number (not toll free).
I go to bed wondering if we're denied our refinance.
Part the third...I feel better today. Not as good as James brown, but better than yesterday which felt a bit better than the rest of the previous week.
Mind you this is physical only...cuz you read the rest of the crap above...
Me 08:02, 27 April 2007 (EDT)
What Do You Believe Is America's Single Greatest Challenge?
My thoughts: Getting the acid out of the waters. Look at how it's addling the brains of our children!
