This morning when I was dropping Daniel off at preschool I noticed a Valentine’s project on the wall in the hallway. It was a large tree, called the Tree of Love, and each child had contributed a heart upon which was written the things they loved. This is what was on Daniel’s heart: My mommy, daddy, sister, grandma and grandpa. I chuckled at this as Danny doesn’t have a grandpa. Danny has only two grandparents and they are both on Jim’s side of the family and they are both grandmas. But one is kind of butch.
I’m feeling much lighter. I think I’ve mentioned that in addition to my full-time job (which started out as part-time) I do contract work for a few other agencies. This has gotten unwieldy of late, especially since in one of them I have a new boss who I feel is unprofessional and unethical. Seriously unethical. As a result I’ve given my notice. As soon as I did it felt like a thousand pound weight was lifted from me. I'd love to be gone tomorrow, but since I value the cause of the organization and the contributions made by several of those involved, I’m trying to exit in such a way that my leaving doesn’t cause too much disruption and makes for a seamless transition with whomever my replacement will be, sort of like a surgeon trying to delicately remove an appendix while preserving the surrounding tissue.
However, unethical one is not wanting to play nice and I’m weighing my sense of obligation to the organization with my desire to just be done with it. I’m wondering if perhaps I should dispense with the scalpel and just rip the appendix from the body. After all, I’m a finance person, not a fucking surgeon.
Finally, tonight was skate night for Anna's elementary school. Two hundred small children on roller skates. The object for the kids seems to be to flail their limbs and propel themselves at great speed towards other children, the edge of the rink or the legs of adults until a collision occurs. The object for the adults seems to be to not fall and break an ass bone. I went around the rink once and did a little chicken dance. I think I'm good for a long while.
It feels good to be flippant after all the talk of cancer.
I love flippant!
ReplyDeleteFlippant is good. It keeps the nasty wrinkles away. Truth.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I'd say walk away from the unethical one. They're bad for your soul. Truth again.
Hey look, that's my button.
PS. How are your clickthroughs? Do I need to pimp you out a wee bit more?
Claptrap? Nice new word.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear your boss is still being a winker. I do hope you manage to extricate yourself soon.
So how long until the appendix is removed, either way?
ReplyDeleteSounds like a decision will be made with the unethical one sooner rather than later! How much time do you have left there?
ReplyDeleteI so appreciate you stating upfront, in clear and specific terms, that this post will not contain obvious transitions. That way, I don't have to try to understand connections where none exist, and then post about it on your blog. And I actually mean that.
ReplyDeleteI wanna see a picture of you in those pretty pink skates!
Sunday's acomin'...and my anxiety's aspikin'... Grrrrrrrrr to the new boss. Grrr.
ReplyDeleteToday is being marked on my calendar as the first time in my whole life that I have heard a grandma being described as "butch". I love that more than you can possibly know. Please thank your son for me. Haaahaaahaaha! Hilarious.
ReplyDeleteRoller skating sounds like fun! It has been something that I have been too chicken to try!
ReplyDeleteTee Hee - butch grandma!
Best remove the appendix quickly - like ripping off a bandaid - gently, but quickly.
Roller Skating Sunday.
ReplyDeleteThat day is remembered as the Sunday after the kids church group skate night. There in the pews sat three (3!) parents with broken arms. No children were injured that night.
Ouch!! The last time I went I really did fall on my ass, hard, which is why this time I clung to the wall. I hate skating.
ReplyDeleteJim took pictures of the chicken dance but they didn't come out too well. Too bad.
Here's the thing: if unethical leadership is compromising your ethics in any way, you deserve to gracefully depart on your own terms. At some point, unethical one may be called out and the further away you are, the more helpful you'll be to the organization. Besides, as a $$ pro, you are obligated to those standards even if said boss is not. So just say you have pressing obligations that prevent continued participation. Never easy to do as to say but you, at least, are staring at a bright white line.
ReplyDeleteWell put Susan. Though in the end I opted for blunt honesty rather than offering any other reasons for my departure. For better or for worse.
ReplyDeletesometimes flippant is the only thing that gets the job done...;o
ReplyDeletehave a good wknd Kristin
btw - where's badger aka claptrap girl?
But one is kind of butch.
ReplyDeleteWow. You are a genius.