We have now named our mass exodus from the hellhole known as my current job to — The Perfect Storm.
Way back in the day, we all plotted and schemed out of anger, frustration, resentment and bitterness, that when we left, that it would be a group thing. We talked about it so much and so many times, going so far as to call it “Operation: Shock and Awe” and picking a drop dead date of 4/20, that it just seemed like a distant dream. And now, its finally happening. First the bulldog. Then my asst. Then me. It’s timed in such a way that there is an employee leaving our team once a week for the next 3 weeks.
In addition, I realized today that should I officially accept this offer, I will be leaving just before the largest build of the year in which we produce the majority of our content for the season in that build. It will also correspond to photo dates. Strangely enough, all the internet photo is going through this huge reorg and this round of photo is expected to have a ton of growing pains. And then, to top it all off, I am the main creative lead for our transition of assets to an upgraded web platform. The only reason I was made the creative lead is bc I am the only one on my team with that level of technical knowledge. Most other teams: the mgr is in charge. Of course. That also is due to launch at end of May/early June.
Did I mention they are fucked?
My boss’ manager is due to return from maternity leave by mid-may. Just after we have all left.
The absolute worst possible timing for me to leave is now. Which is why it is called the perfect storm.
My other 2 coworkers, who maintain a completely different part of the website (us leaving will not screw them over) have made a similar pact. Not quite the Cat 5 storm as us, but a Cat 3 nonetheless. Giselle has begun looking for work. Her asst has said that the moment she leaves, he will call up his agency and leave as well. She asked if he was going to leave her in the dust and he said – I wont go until you do.
Hows that for fucking loyalty people?
ps – Karma is a fucking bitch, ain’t it? As my mgr told me one of the times when she locked me in the office to reprimand me for taking a too long lunch: “This is your action. And now these are the consequences.”
Ya. Eat your fucking words, Dutch Boy.
pps–I got wined and dined today…literally…and before I fucking knew it, I had taken a 2.5 hr lunch. I’m sure I will be yelled at, but just thinking about that is almost funny now. In fact, as my friend said, “I bet you guys have the biggest shit grins right now.” Yes. Yes we do.
