Well, I quit my job today.

It’s been coming for some time; the feeling of dread whenever I had to do anything job related, the increasing dislike of travel for work. Not a dislike of travel; just travel for work.

I was also growing quite disenchanted with the product offerings and the overall direction of the company. Add to that increased job duties – for no extra compensation, I might mention – and you have a bad mixture. I did give them two weeks notice.

So, we’ve parted ways. It could have been better, it could have been worse, but I don’t think they’ll be hiring me back – hence the graphic at the top of this post. I plan to take some time off where I don’t worry about anything job related and then get back to it with another company. In the meantime I have some consulting work and short-term work lined up, so we’ll be ok.

(This post was so much more interesting – and less whiny – than the one I had planned regarding the crummy weather we’re having.)

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Update/clarification:
(Jan 12 2005)
The above makes it sound like they were slave drivers (“no more compensation”, etc.), and that is not the case. More a situation of they needed me to perform certain duties temporarily, and I agreed. Only then did I realize the full extent of the expectations they had… Poor communications on both sides. I’m not saying I wasn’t upset, but I don’t want to make them sound evil or anything.

Plus, this story isn’t done yet. Look for more later on.