As prevously mentioned, I applied for a job at one of the local hospitals. Well, I got it! (yay, me!) I have to go Friday for a check up and drug screening. On Feb. 10, I go for an orientaion session and on Feb. 17, I start my new job.
I gave notice today. My immediate supervisor didn’t seem to care one way or another. Deep down, I think he’s glad to see me go. He could sense, I think, that I did not take him seriously as a boss, or, for that matter, a human being.
Then, the “old man” (the racist old bastard I ranted about a few months ago) takes me aside and expresses (poorly) his feelings. Apparently he had it is his mind that I (and the supervisor) would run the company after his retirement (this is a man that just WILL NOT DIE!). Well, color me surprised! He then offered me an additional $50/week with a promise of more in May (after the end of the fiscal year). He asked why I wanted to leave and I had to give him the old “opportunity knocks” speech. That much is mostly true. I decided that, as much I as wanted, it would not do to tell him that I was sick and tired of working in a filthy, rat-infested hell hole being run by an old racist bastard.
I DID tell him that “sometimes it’s not about the money”. He asked me to reconsider leaving. I told him I would. I did. For about .000000000000000000000000000000000000001 seconds.
I feel that once you make the commitment to leave, you should carry it out no matter what.
If I had decided to stay and accepted the money, I would be their bitch. More importantly, I could not live with myself.
My new job DOES pay slightly less, but there is world of opportunity for advancement. The office is only 1½ miles from my house and will result in a savings on gas. Also, the health insurance for me and Mrs. Blue Sky will be about $80 less per month than we are paying now.
The whole point of this rant is companies that throw money at you when it’s too late. For the last six months, they have hinted in no uncertain terms that money is tight and, in no uncertain terms, raise are out of the question. Now, all of a sudden, I’m a valued employee. Well, dumbasses, you’re going to be able to replace me with someone at a much reduced pay rate. So I’m actually doing you a favor as much as that pisses me off.
I will miss a couple of my cow-orkers, but there you go. I am nervous as hell about going into a new situation (see previous “I hate surprises” thread), but I have to do this as the possibilty of my going totally mental at work increases dramatically every day.
(Actually I have only done that once, and it was during a phone call to the GM that I wouldn’t be coming in…that day, or ever again. I had the immense satisfaction of hearing him hang up on me.)