“It was a cross between River Wild and Deliverence.” The latest from Mark R’s blog of his RAF training in New Zealand – named after his course title – reports on his white water rafting expedition. “The level of experience in our group was extensive – James G had once waved at someone in a canoe in Australia and we all knew what a boat looked like.”
April 2004 Archives - wibbler.com
There’s not a lot of positive things you can say to the company you’re leaving. Sure you’ve enjoyed working there, the people are great – but the very fact that you’ve weighed up the pros and cons and chosen the other company, can’t be explained away in any easy terms.
Yesterday saw my weekly visit to head office, and I was fully expecting a barrage of abuse from certain quarters. True to form though, most of the colleagues up there were very supportive, and really made me aware how much of a “family” the company is – hell, I spend more waking hours with The Pier than I do at home.
The rest of the office was told this morning – lead balloons all round. I think everyone’s heard – and the heartwarming messages that are come back through chat and email are very supportive. It’s nice to be missed…
Finance Director, late this afternoon:
“Got to go and pick my daughter. She’s been doing Jim for 2 hours.”
Turns out, after several moments of laughter, he meant “gym”.
My dad, after being asked what he was doing by police for swerving erratically at speed along a country lane:
“Yes, I was just picking up my apple.”
Things, as I’ve said, have been afoot. After 2 1/2 years at the helm of Pier Direct’s IT system, I’m moving on. The past week or two have been hectic for me, and above all highly secretive. The lack of anonymity of wibbler.com lends itself to being censored for even the most minor things, and future job prospects – interviews, clandestine meetings etc – are not something my colleagues would be ecstatic to hear about.
So, that’s it. Up another rung on the corporate ladder. In a particularly morose meeting yesterday afternoon, my month’s notice was handed in. News is gradually spreading through the company, and the distinct reality is that in a month’s time I’ll be leaving behind what has become a second family for me.
No doubt, it’ll be sad. But as I said to my manager yesterday, the opportunity I’ve been offered is too good to turn down. As of the 17th May, I’ll be an employee of Cargill Investor Services in Cobham, in a job that will hopefully serve as a springboard to success and countless riches. Possibly. I’ve got training in Munich or Geneva in the first month, and then I’ve got to think about moving house. I’ve also got to amusingly pass a medical. It’s all change – but first I’ll have to deal with the handover here at The Pier, all in 3 weeks. With a distinct lack of anyone else who can do my job (apart from the few overstretched IT gurus based over 65 miles away) that should be amusing…
<suspense> I’ve been quiet. Things are afoot. I’ll fill you in soon. </suspense>