This has been a funny day.
1. Confirmed my ticket to London later this month. I'll be there for pleasure this time. Might even get to meet up with my friend from Hungary. Double yay!
2. My boss walks me down to the Manager of HR this afternoon and tells me the people in London have made the decision to let me go, and "his hands are tied." Performance is mentioned, and i remind him that i've met expectations that have been clearly spelled out. I am watched as i get my things together and escorted out of the building. Coworkers look at me like "WTF man??"
3. Calling friends with the news on the way home, i notice my car is starting to overheat, so in the middle of rush hour traffic (which i usually avoid) i turn on the heat to cool the car off. Naturally i start sweating my ass off, but it seems to work. When i get home, i try to turn the car back on to roll up the window. It's DEAD. Try to get a jump. Still pretty dead.
4. I pull out my Vespa, so i can get to my yoga class. Piston has seized from sitting so long (still a little strange). Um... needs some work.
5. My friend takes me to class. Ha! One of my yoga girlfriends takes me home, and we grab a coffee and enjoy a nice Atlanta night on the patio.
Planning to meet friends for lunch tomorrow (bun at Pho 69, of course). Looks like i'll need a ride
1. Confirmed my ticket to London later this month. I'll be there for pleasure this time. Might even get to meet up with my friend from Hungary. Double yay!
2. My boss walks me down to the Manager of HR this afternoon and tells me the people in London have made the decision to let me go, and "his hands are tied." Performance is mentioned, and i remind him that i've met expectations that have been clearly spelled out. I am watched as i get my things together and escorted out of the building. Coworkers look at me like "WTF man??"
3. Calling friends with the news on the way home, i notice my car is starting to overheat, so in the middle of rush hour traffic (which i usually avoid) i turn on the heat to cool the car off. Naturally i start sweating my ass off, but it seems to work. When i get home, i try to turn the car back on to roll up the window. It's DEAD. Try to get a jump. Still pretty dead.
4. I pull out my Vespa, so i can get to my yoga class. Piston has seized from sitting so long (still a little strange). Um... needs some work.
5. My friend takes me to class. Ha! One of my yoga girlfriends takes me home, and we grab a coffee and enjoy a nice Atlanta night on the patio.
Planning to meet friends for lunch tomorrow (bun at Pho 69, of course). Looks like i'll need a ride
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at least when you go over next time you won't have to put up with any of their crap. i'll be in Holland while you're there probably (funny how we're over in Europe at the same time again - well different countries though). i'm in the process of searching for jobs now too so i'll shoot some things our way if you like.
we'll grab a beer sometime soon.
laters