I love the last two weeks at a job after quitting. I'm so relaxed. Two of my managers have absolutely dumped work on me (at Boss2's recommendation to 'suck all the work out of her that you can while she's here') but I just don't care. I'll get to it when I get to it, and there's nothing they can do about it. I'll work on it soon - but for now, I'm busy surfing on Etsy, so please don't interrupt me.
Our VP's EA is recuperating from surgery, and one of my colleagues asked me to go buy a basket and some cellophane to start a care package for her. So, this morning I took a field trip down to Winners (I will miss that when I change jobs) to find a basket. On the way, I found two pairs of really hot shoes and a sexy, Valentine's-y nightie... oh, and a basket, too. I just got paid to shoe shop.
I love the last two weeks.
HR should be booking my exit interview soon. I can't wait for that. There are so many things I feel I need to say - I owe it to those remaining. I need to tell them some of the many ways that this deparment is dysfunctional, for example:
- the Scary & Unapproachable VP (don't even think about walking into her office unannounced!)
- the EA who continually tells us we can't even think about getting pregnant (not that I want to be, but it's the principle that's appalling)
- the uber-bitchy Manager who has no tact and tries to sabotage all new employees
- even the President who routinely belittles people and makes them cry. Seriously. cry.
Something needs to be said, or the next writer is going to be in the same spot, 10 months down the road (provided he/she hasn't been canned by then).
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