D-Day, H+12 Hours
Feb. 20th, 2026 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
canyonwalkerToday was "D-Day", the day I tendered my resignation at work.
I didn't do much work today, other than discuss things with my 5 closest colleagues. I didn't really have much on my schedule anyway. My week was concentrated with long days Tue-Wed-Thu.
Curiously the one conversation I didn't have today was with my (new) boss, the VP to whom I sent my notice. That's because he was on PTO today, out enjoying the skiing in Tahoe— and hopefully not taking foolhardy risks and killing himself[1]. I didn't time my notice for his long weekend; that's merely an unfortunate coincidence. Besides, he generally reads and responds to email, Slack, and other notifications even while on vacation. The guy's a 9-9-6 machine. But not today. Maybe he's buried in an avalanche.
The 5 conversations I did have today were all amiable. None of my colleagues were particularly surprised at my decision to leave. Some I had shared frustrations with recently, or months ago, or both. And even those I hadn't vented to in the past expressed sympathy with what a tough year it's been for everyone in my department, with multiple rounds of layoffs plus numerous voluntary departures.
Everyone I spoke to today complimented my skills, contributions, and teamwork. That felt good. It no longer matters, though.
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[1] News reference. This week several skiers at Tahoe went skiing on a high-risk route in a blizzard and were lost in an avalanche.
I didn't do much work today, other than discuss things with my 5 closest colleagues. I didn't really have much on my schedule anyway. My week was concentrated with long days Tue-Wed-Thu.
Curiously the one conversation I didn't have today was with my (new) boss, the VP to whom I sent my notice. That's because he was on PTO today, out enjoying the skiing in Tahoe— and hopefully not taking foolhardy risks and killing himself[1]. I didn't time my notice for his long weekend; that's merely an unfortunate coincidence. Besides, he generally reads and responds to email, Slack, and other notifications even while on vacation. The guy's a 9-9-6 machine. But not today. Maybe he's buried in an avalanche.
The 5 conversations I did have today were all amiable. None of my colleagues were particularly surprised at my decision to leave. Some I had shared frustrations with recently, or months ago, or both. And even those I hadn't vented to in the past expressed sympathy with what a tough year it's been for everyone in my department, with multiple rounds of layoffs plus numerous voluntary departures.
Everyone I spoke to today complimented my skills, contributions, and teamwork. That felt good. It no longer matters, though.
_____
[1] News reference. This week several skiers at Tahoe went skiing on a high-risk route in a blizzard and were lost in an avalanche.
