"Whatcha doing?" "Nothing."

I really don't have much to do here at work (which is why I'm whiling away my time until my 4 PM departure making a blog post). I'm certainly not starting any long-term projects. There's certainly enough to do on the internet that would make me look like I was super-busy from the angle I sit. I could start training my assistant, but until I give notice next week, that would look kind of suspicious. I have begun transferring my personal effects out of my desk drawers into the cardboard box hidden under my file cabinet.

I've decided that I'm going to go ahead and give my ~2-weeks notice on Monday. Due to circumstances totally under my control, I'm leaving sooner than I anticipated because some other stuff came up. Tuesday and Wednesday of next week, I have an "official" ultrasound and a prenatal appointment respectively. Those will both be half-days of work, because like hell if I'm going to waste gas going from one far point in the Triangle to the next. On Tuesday or Wednesday, payroll needs to be put in. Because I'm not going to be here next month to do payroll, my assistant needs to get in on it...because I'll totally be in Atlanta during next month's payroll. They can try crying and calling all they want, but there's not much I can do from 7 hours away, especially seeing as how I no longer own a functioning laptop computer and as how I will pretend that the hotel I'm staying in will not have a business center with working computers. The next week is the 3-day July 4th week that I'll spend training my assistant. The following week, my last week, will also be a short week because on Thursday I'll be on my way to Tampa to get one last mini-vacation before I'm officially poor.

What that basically calculates to is ten business days/two weeks. So. That should be plenty of time for me to put all my knowledge into the company pensieve for later use by those who must remain.

I'd like to be extremely discrete about my exiting - four people know already. Two provided references, one is my assistant, and the other doesn't run her mouth. Everyone else thinks I'm a fixture. If possible, I'd like to wait until my very last day (okay, you know it'll be a half-day) of employment to spring it on everybody else that I'm out. It'd be just my fucking luck that some idiot would go out and buy a cake.

Meanwhile, I'll put together some fake spreadsheets to have up on my screen just to look busy.

Posted by Tiffany at June 23, 2006 12:58 PM | TrackBack