Pulling the Metaphorical Trigger

I quit today. Or at least I gave a whoppingly polite amount of notice. It was... delightful. And a relief, and strange, and rather nerve-wracking beforehand. The nerve-wracking bit was unnecessary; several people have been quite nice about it already.

Things aren't completely finalized with what's happening next yet, so I'm taking a leap of faith that it will all work itself out, one way or another. It has to, and I had to. It's out of character for me, but I'm glad all the same. Glad to be honest, to be upfront, to be legitimately able to stop caring and start passing things off.

There was a nice bit of corporomancy (defined here but re-coined here) today too: The first thing I noticed when I got to my desk was that somebody had run off with my chair. It's not a different or better chair, it's your usual, standard issue office chair -- it swivels, it tilts. Except this morning it wasn't there. It was the first time that's happened in almost 2 1/2 years at this office.

As corporomantic omens go, it was a pretty obvious one, in a guess-this-is-really-happening-today vein.

A revealing post written for myself, peculiarly in a public forum

In Seattle for a few days of meetings for a job that I'm thoroughly planning to not have in less than a month and a half. As planning pushes forward into 2007, I'm feeling more than a little off. The "Why am I here?" aspect of daily professional activities grows more acute, and I'm reasonably certain I arrived at a resignation timetable in this morning's review. At tonight's activity (sponsored booze cruise) I came this close to asking a boss's boss what fair notice would be for X, just to follow with "Let's say 4 weeks."

Memorable? Sure. Bad form? Absolutely. Ultimately, I suppose I'm not that much of an asshole and prefer to be recalled as whatever I am, perspectival veracity rather than the grand gesture. (Reasonably, I have enough history in this industry to not want to burn every bridge at once, neat as that would be.)

I love this city, by the by. It feels like a comfortable old friend I just recently met, more or less always has.