I had my exit interview last night – far short of having any Prisoner-eque overtones, it was brief, amicable, and pleasant. It made me realize that the company responsible for my actual work environment really bends over backwards to keep people happy – it’s the client requirements that are responsible for most (if not all) of the “hardships,” and certainly most of the things I’ve had cause to complain about.
Anyway, I’ve exhausted my supply of caring for the time being, and I need a break from servicing other people’s needs. I’m ashamed of this, it sounds intolerably selfish, doesn’t it?
My podmates made me a farewell card. I’ll miss those guys; they were really cool, nice, and easy to get along with. My supervisor paid me certain compliments as to my work which modesty prevents me from repeating here (though I most certainly will be repeating them in upcoming job interviews).
Oh, and that reminds me of the whole reference thing. Sure, I don’t get a personal reference, just an acknowledgement that I worked there. I can live with that, that’s fair. Besides, references are more for / given after volunteer / academic positions, aren’t they? What’s more is that some reps are said to leave paths of destruction behind them when they quit. I tried my hardest to make my last days be like any other day (except that I was counting them down), but it’s easy to see why some people would fail at this. It’s for the greater good of all that they don’t give references. We all have had our bad work experiences, and who would place the burden of carrying that black mark for years on anyone?
There was this persistent rumour going around that they sometimes tell people to not bother coming back when they put in their notice. As far as I can tell, it’s a fairy tale. They want people to give notice, and it actually looks very favourably upon the resigned individual if and when they explore the possibility of re-hiring. I say now that I have little intention of coming back, but I’d much rather leave a path of roses than a path of destruction, and I like to keep my options open. Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I was worried about nothing. I got a little scared on Wednesday when a worker in another pod, after I told her that I gave notice a few weeks back, exclaimed, “And they let you stay?!”
So after my shift I turned in my badge and headset to another supervisor, and I was shown out the door. It happened before I could really think about it, making me glad I didn’t leave anything behind, as there was clearly no going back inside those walls.
So that’s it, I’m done. It hasn’t hit me yet, and may not, since I’m taking the shuttle to PEI the day after tomorrow.
In celebration after work last night, I topped off the air in the tires and drove out to Stewiacke for a hot chocolate. I’m quite serious. I just enjoyed the quiet 2am drive, listening to the radio.
Well, time to get cracking. Don’t miss my going-away-for-a-blink party on Sunday night at 9:30 at Maxwell’s, OK? I’ll send e-mails out when I get back tonight, I promise.