Stabba-dabba-do!

Tiny violins can commence playing now.

I hate this job. I hate it a dozen ways. It's low-barred my professional history. I have a long commute, to work with people I dislike, on a software product I think is badly-written and likely doomed to fail, and I can't seem to move any of that in a better direction.

But I'm paid well, so the tiny, tinny concert is warranted.

Still. Every day is an emotional slog. Any day I don't blow up out of sheer frustration is a victory. Count me spoiled for having known better than this and wanting it again. Looking for better, and it can't come soon enough.

Stabby stabby stabby.

Thanks for kind words, all. Don't mind me. Just venting. Also, not actually violent, except sometimes in my fevered imagination. I'm a million times more likely to cut someone with sarcasm than a blade.

And yes, I'm looking for something better, and yes, things are moving in the right direction. Have interviews by phone tomorrow & Friday, all for full-time work-from-home positions, so perhaps I can ditch the long commute if nothing else.

mike33phillip said:

I know the feeling. What do you do for a living?

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I write software. Specifically, I use a language called Scala to write highly scalable servers for various things. It's a bit of a niche, so jobs can be thin if you're not living in one of the hot-spots for it, like NYC. But since there are relatively few of us in the niche, those employers who use Scala & attendant tools are conversely very eager to talk to you.

I really have little to complain about, all things considered. Doesn't stop me though.

FWIW: Accepted a new job Wednesday, resigned the old job yesterday. No stabbings involved, though there always the last days at the old place, so "never say never"...

Very odd place, that I'm leaving. I have two co-workers and a manager. I resigned yesterday, to my manager's obvious shock and great irritation. I said I was surprised that he was surprised -- anyone with an ounce of emotional awareness would know I've been unhappy for months.

He asked me not to tell my co-workers, as one of them was working from home, and he wanted to tell them himself today when both were in the office. He asked me to stay home today. (Ostensibly, to work from home, but I've actually got nothing to do, so did nothing but check email and instant messaging all day.)

Why ask me to stay home? Was he afraid they'll... Weep? Rage? Punch me? How bizarre. Never seen the like in ~ 35 years of this career.

Meanwhile, others in the company have said in IM or email, "congrats!" and "where are you going?" but none of my team has. Others in the company have told me my team is not well-liked. Gee, I wonder why? It's been like working with grouchy, petulant children.

Monday should be interesting; I have an exit interview with the CEO and president.

My last day there is Wednesday, unless they just ask me to stay home, which is also possible. (I've already taken home all personal items, but I do need to return a laptop and access card, so I suppose if needs be, I'll just go in Wednesday morning and take care of that.)

Have no idea what I'm going to work on for the half-week, if anything. Weird, weird place. Really glad to see the back of it.

Thanks, Ted. I hear that -- a paycheck's a paycheck.