90 Day Notice
I was working on another Random Updates-style post — and waxing poetic about Yogg-Saron’s tentacles — when I was called into an emergency meeting at work.
Now, emergency meetings happen all the time when you work in the credit industry during a recession. Half of the companies we sell to are on the verge of bankruptcy, if they aren’t already there. I figured this was more of the same. Another national account filing for Chapter 11, a multi-million dollar exposure to be verified, proofs of claims to be prepared …
Then I noticed that HR was at the table.
That is never a good sign.
So, it turns out that my position is moving to Rosemont, Illinois.
I am not.
I’m trying to come up with something more eloquent to say than fuck, but it isn’t working.