Feb 22
I don't work on mondays. That is something important to keep in mind. My schedule is TWTh – no mondays. This is my last week at Netstudy. As a courtesy to the company I am working the rest of this week to tie up any loose ends they throw at me before I get my ass the hell out of there. Anyway, there is this project I am working on, something apparantly super important to NetStudy that needs to be done before I leave. They told me about it last week and I have been working on it exclusively for the past few days. To make sure that it gets done on time I volunteered to come into work today (a monday) and work on it. I put in 4 solid hours, worked through lunch, and got it done. 4 days early.
Brian, my manager, took the day off but decided not to tell anyone. He is taking tomorrow off, too. They were supposed to be bringing in Maria (who you may remember from earlier NetStudy adventures) and having me teach her the system. I have effectively rewrote every piece of code since starting so nobody else even understands how it works. So this week i am supposed to be a resource to the other people so they can try and learn how things work before I am gone completely. I'm not sure anybody really appreciates just how difficult it might get once I am gone. Maria didn't show up today either. They havent even begun to interview possible replacements, let alone ask me how anything works. Brian asked if I could give them 6 hours a week once I started my new job. I told him to get bent.
So there I was, 1 pm and all my work for the week is finished. Normally I would move onto a new project, but there was no reason for that. It would be worse for me to start something and leave it unfinished than to never start it at all. So I sent Brian an email telling him i got it all done and now i was going home. In my mind there was no reason for me to stay there. I dont work on mondays. I dont get paid for working on mondays. I wonder if i am even going to be paid for this week at all. The only reason for me to even be in the office today was as a courtesy, and the work i was there to do was finished. So I left. Later this afternoon Brian sends me an email expressing his disappointment in me for leaving early. Fuck him. I wrote an email, and that was the overall theme. I don't think I am being too unreasonable about any of this. I could have outright quit. I dont feel any obligation to these guys anymore and the only reason I am sticking around is because somewhere in my code of ethics it seems the decent thing to do. Too bad gratitude, even in the small amounts I expect, are nowhere to be found in my current situation. All the more reason to be happy about starting a new job.
Writing late-night angry emails is probably right next to drunk-dialing on the list of bad ideas. It's something I will probably regret come tomorrow, but seriously, fuck him.