What a work week.
Saturday, one fellow and I came in to do some final assembly to ensure that we had a particular machine ready to ship, even though we all but certain there was no pending order for it. However, this needed to be done for appearances. I was supportive, though I did not agree that this was smart.
Monday, I learned that my best friend at work, Charles aka Six-Pack, is taking an exciting position at a large pharmaceutical company and relocating to the East coast. Bummer. Now I don't have somebody who I can actually confide in. WW, please come work with me! We don't have a job for you but I need you anyway.
Tuesday, my boss that I have great respect for and thoroughly enjoyed working for lets me in on the news that the following day would be her last one there, and not by her choice. So, no going away celebration for her retirement. No opportunity for everyone who liked and respected her to thank her for everything she had done for all of us, like about 25 of us who are directly affected by her departure. At least it brought an end to her difficult relationship with her boss and especially with the fellow who is now, that's right, my boss.
Except on Wednesday, it was her last day, and there was an awkward and difficult air in the place as, on the last day of the quarter, with sales off of plan (thanks, worldwide economic mess), and her packing up her office mid-day, we (about 18 of us) received a meeting notice to discuss the changes. Except it was for 3 PM the following day, and at that point I wasn't allowed to know to whom I would be reporting, even though I asked directly. I found that pretty annoying.
Wednesday evening I entertained my departing friend here at Casa De Collier with a Bobtini and a few laughs. We also had a few handfuls of cashew pieces as I recall.
So Thursday we had a big ole going away lunch for Six-Pack (unlike the non-celebration for my boss) and I had until 3 PM to speculate on my eventual reporting structure. Good times.
At the appointed hour we all gathered to hear the CEO explain why he had taken such a painful action. He had several reasons, which mostly made sense but only diminished the sense of loss a little. I have to give him credit for acknowledging how difficult and unhappy the situation was. He had a room full of pretty unhappy people. I didn't agree with everything said but I certainly didn't envy him. Nobody had anything to ask him at the end of his talk. It was painfully silent. He left.
Then my new boss had a talk with all of us, acknowledged how difficult it was to be in this situation, and asked us all to work together to craft a more effective company. It went better than I had hoped, and though I miss my old boss greatly I can't take a pass on the continued opportunity.
Today was a whirlwind of activity as I am trying to provide some leadership and encouragement to everyone after my boss's sudden departure, and help fill in for my colleague who has a half dozen people reporting to him and is out for ten days. (right after his boss was shown the door)
So I had lunch with Charles one last time, said goodbye, and worked on some important stuff til about 5:32:04 PM.