Wednesday, September 03, 2014

So, It's Official.

The boss came in this morning and sat down to ask my decision (the same one I'd tried to tell him over and over yesterday). This time, it stuck. I talked to the rest of the management team one by one, and everybody isn't happy, but they understood.

KatyaR - I am (or was) the HR person (one of two; I shared that duty with the CFO). This is a very, very small team. We fit the entire company staff into a conference room (EDIT: in our own small office, not at a rented space) a few months ago - we did have to put a few chairs against the wall, but, still. Very small. I wore many, many hats. Too many. They pinched. But that's what made it so hard to tell everyone I was leaving - I knew who would be stuck picking up the slack. I apologized, and they don't hate me. Much.

Late this afternoon I got a call on my cell, while I was on the phone with our finance guru, talking him off the ledge of my leaving. It was my new boss - I couldn't call him back right away, but I did email. The next couple of weeks, no, the next MONTH, is going to be weird.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

As much as you like the folks there, keep in mind the boss was not going to give you any more money until you left. Actually, that should make you mad. Because why hire any help when you were doing it all for peanuts? Sometimes it's best just to leave the situation.

Listen to me talk- I do the work of 9 people, in 5 different job functions. I'm in the same boat, but also close to retirement. I've simply decided I don't care.

Good luck on the new job!
Kimmen

KatyaR said...

I've been in that same situation--wearing too many hats and not getting paid nearly enough. Good for you for getting out now.

Gae, in Callala Bay said...

Been sending lots of positive thoughts on this change, Catherine, but failing to actually write it down and press Send.
Life is needing some huge adjustments here - Ernst is in the early stages of dementia, at this stage mostly short term memory problems, but the anxiety this can cause is awful.
Dogs are OK - although Ace is also showing signs of dementia! He gets very restless in the early evening (sun setting) and then gets LOST in the house he has lived in for 13 of his 15 years.

Best of luck, Gae

Catherine said...

Oh Gae, I'm so sorry about Ernst. That is so stressful for both of you, I know - I hope the progress can be slowed and the symptoms minimized. And I know animals do get dementia too - my childhood dog (a miniature poodle) had it, and yes, she'd get "lost" in her own house.

Gae, in Callala Bay said...

Thank you, Catherine - we are lucky, a very good specialist in the field is at local hospital, 20 minutes drive. And because Dr Christley is in the public hospital system the consultations are free. Dr Christley looked after my father with similar problems, so I know the man, and his quality.
There is also a lot of official community support available if and when we need it.
Erich and Anne are supportive, and we also have good friends willing to assist if needed.
I hope to avoid the nursing home solution for Ernst.

Gae, in Callala Bay