My recruiter called me this morning and told me my last day at Big Finance will be 3/9. Imagine my surprise. I thought it was supposed to be 3/31. Well, I've known for a while that BF will do this, just chuck you off the deck into the briny deep. Still, it's always a shock when it happens to you (me).
I don't know why, but I began leaking tears. Then again, I wore makeup today for the first time in ages and I'm allergic to some kinds of makeup.
Mostly, I was angry. I was really, really angry.
And how agonizing is it to hear Tinkerbell discussing me with Tink Jr just across the cube wall? This was another good reason to plug into Pandora all day and pretend like I couldn't hear anything.
I have an interview tomorrow. I'm taking the day off work.
My recruiter said she's shipping my info out to anything likely. Oh, and how is Valley Forge, PA for me? It's 1 1/2 hours each way, 80+ miles, that's how Valley Forge is for me. Still. If a girl has to, a girl has to.
I thought of coming home and having a glass of wine, but decided no, it might be hard to stop. I think my big indulgence will be two Lindt truffles instead of one.
I learned a couple of years ago that a big wailing boo-hoo sob fest gets me a whacked-on-the-side-of-the-head-with-a-baseball-bat headache. So I suppose that why I leaked.
That and the fact that I am angry at myself and I am so, so angry at Tinkerbell.
I wish I could beat her up. I wouldn't of course. I just wish I could. I'll probably beat myself up instead. Whee.
My recruiter will be gone the fateful week. It turns out that her son is a little person and is having major leg surgery in hopes to align leg growth. She has other things to worry about than me.
And so it goes.
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I asked The Man once, when he was let go before he expected, "Isn't there a contract? With an end date? Don't they have to pay you until the end date?" I never got an answer. Is there?
Oh dear. It's so hard and painful to explain this to someone who knew a Different World.
They owe me nothing. At will hiring and firing. Terms of the contract matter as nothing. In fact, you can work all the overtime you have to and maybe you'll be lucky to get a comp day. Or a half day.
The client can get you Marched Spanish down the Hall anytime they want.
Long gone are the days of consulting companies covering you while you're "on the bench." (This used to be known as being "on the beach", which was true in Florida.) I can apply for unemployment. And that's it.
The client doesn't have to pay me until March 31.
I know that times for you at the Company weren't necessarily all that nice, but it sounds like most of the time it was civilized.
There is no civility left.
I know that world. What I really hated was the way they would ask contractors to LEAVE company meetings because some info wasn't good for contractor ears. We assumed they were talking about the contractors.
At my first real job, I find that you are told to stop acting "like a contractor." This seems to mean bossing your teammates.
And change, good or bad, makes people cry.
And it's a dehydration headache. Drink lots of water.
Um. Thanks. That also explains why I didn't get an answer from him.
Good luck tomorrow! Knock 'em dead.
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