… to become my own boss.
I’ve worked for this site for ten years exactly on July 31st, and I’ve owned a small side business for several years too. I’ve known that my main job was about to go away for a long time, as the project’s done and there isn’t any more work for me.
I was hoping to put my skills at my business into effect for me and find a new job doing that. I was so close too; the agency for which I do a lot of side work even had a job position all written up just for me, but the Board of Supervisors balked at creating it at the last minute.
So the agency asked me to write a bid on doing the job entirely as a contractor, not a hire, thinking that the large amount on money that that would require would scare the Supervisors back into accepting a hire. They gave me eight hours to write that bid, and suggested that I make it high. So I did; I knuckled down and researched the hell out of the costs of running one’s own business, and I turned that puppy in on time.
A couple of weeks went by, and I had no idea if our proposal had worked or not until the manager called me out of the blue one day and asked, “So, is that bid still good if we cut it in half for a six-month trial period?” Took me all of about four minutes to run numbers through my head and say that yes, it was, with some minor revisions.
I signed the contract a couple of weeks ago, but still didn’t say anything to my day job, not without formal approval in hand. I’d have liked to have given them as much notice as I could, as they’re going to have to scramble a bit to come up with contingencies for my position, but I wasn’t going to shoot myself in the foot either.
Today was the deciding day. The contract was up for approval in front of the Board of Supervisors. I went and sat in on the meeting so I would know my fate as soon as possible. It was sort of anticlimatic; they ran through a group of line-items all at once, and it was accepted without any fuss.
So there I go. I came back to the office, quit my job, and in two weeks I will be the sole source of support to my family, through my own efforts. I have a few more ducks to push into line, but they’re all there and they’re all going.
I am on my own.
And it feels great (if a little sickening.)