April 16th, 2003

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Ma(r)king time

So after having counted up my four weeks' notice, subtracted three Bank Holidays, and subtracted a further 5 days' holiday (out of the 8 I have owed to me), it turns out that I only have another ELEVEN DAYS working here. May 9th will be my last day.

This is actually quite scary. Eleven days in which to download my ENTIRE BRAIN, or at least all my knowledge of the data.

Cynical Richard gave me the "What can we offer you to make you stay?" talk today, which was a bit uncomfortable because he knew (and I knew he knew) that nothing was going to convince me to stay, and he seemed to sympathise with this, but he had to go through the motions ... and I couldn't really bring myself to go through the motions of saying "Well, I'll think about it" and so on.

In the end I offered him an explanation which would keep everybody satisfied, namely that I wanted a complete change of type-of-job, I wanted to work in the charities sector and "make a real difference" blah blah blah, so while I'd enjoyed (ha!) my time here and learned from it, etc., it was Time To Move On. It's at least part of the reason, anyway, so I haven't lied, and he won't have lied, but nobody will have to do anything they don't want to do. I think he was as relieved and grateful for the get-out as I was, though.

In other news, last night's impromptu celebrations were fun. Collapse )