So I can now let you know (as no doubt you will not have slept since my post mentioning said secret) what all the secrecy was about.
I have a new job!
Oh? Is that it? Alas, that soundtrack to my life is apt once again. I was down in that there London last Thursday meeting with important types from the new company, agreeing stuff….and stuff. I knew as I left the meeting that I had the job if I wanted it, so after many minutes deliberation on Thursday evening, I resigned on Friday morning.
I know this stuff happens all the time, but I have been with my current employer for ten years, and feel totally institutionalised (that word is a bugger to type by the way…try it). The fear factor of leaving is softened as the new company is run by an ex-boss of mine (the one who took me to see United get dumped out of the Champions League a little while ago), and having worked with/for him for many years, I shouldn’t have to start all over again in the prove yourself stakes.
The new role is quite different to my current one, with new things to understand and learn, and I am in no way suffering a crisis of confidence that I shall be discovered to be a charlatan (or any other mid 90’s Madchester band), and realise that I was consigned to work all my life with my current employer.
I’m not going to bore you with company names etc. You barely care as it is, so besmirching any brand names on the internet is not needed. An audible sigh of relief around the internet is heard.
So this week I have been telling the managers that report to me, and then my team, that I am off in July (yep, 12 weeks notice…what fun), and I was mightily flattered at the reaction. They had the good grace to at least appear upset, and shocked, and being serious for a second, I did not expect anything like a reaction of this type, so that’s nice. I haven’t been a complete arse for the past ten years then.
With my never ending notice period, by the time I actually get to my new job, I only have five weeks at the new place and then the countdown ends and we are off on holidays. Don’t fret, I have already checked that the holiday dates would not be an issue!!
As a weird coincidence, my new MD (the ex-boss referred to earlier) goes on the same day, perhaps even the same flight we suspect. His villa is on the same development too. I feel slightly responsible as I convinced him to go two years ago when we worked together, promising his kids were not too young (hey, they are 21 and 27…joke!) and now he seems to be hooked too.
A period of notice is a weird place, with my natural work ethic and give a toss-ability hard to shake, and I have to keep reminding myself that I really shouldn’t care anymore. It will take time I think.
Other news this week, also of a good nature, is that Emily has been accepted as a prefect at school. For Emily, the benefits start and end with a special coloured tie, which denotes her newly acquired super powers to the rest of the proles at her school. Beware her wrath fellow schoolmates.
Planning wise for the upcoming hols, little has progressed lately with all the job kerfuffle, as my concentration span can only deal with so much at once. I did get pointed at an iPhone app that looks to be an excellent addition to any control freak, OCD WDW lunatic (hey, that’s me). It was wizzo off of the Dibb who drew my attention to it (Thanks Paul). The WDW Lines app shows you in real time the current wait times and fastpass return times, also allowing you to enter the wait times etc as well.
As I type, Buzz Lightyear has a twelve minute wait!! This app alone guarantess that I will actually take my phone with me, rather than leave it in the kitchen drawer at home to avoid any contact with work whilst on holiday!
It just so happens that the company I am going to work for actually do all this stuff. iPhone apps, mobile marketing, mobile vouchers (think Orange Wednesday campaign) so in time I might even understand how it all works. Anyone who is paying attention, might have worked out that this is where I got my hands on the iPad last week. Still no sign of the free one by the way.
And so as this post comes to a lovely full circle of completeness, I have my fingers crossed that whatever shower get into power next week, it doesn’t destroy the the dollar rate, as I have park tickets and spending money to worry about….and if something as trivial as a new government were to queer the pitch I shall be less than pleased.
Till the next time…..