When people leave a company there is always that faint - and sometimes not so faint - wonder of how it will be unfold. Some folks get a quick walk to the elevators ("don't worry about the two weeks' notice, we'll pay you anyway"). The modern version of walking the plank.
For some it's a little friendlier. They actually make you work the two weeks.
When I was having my little disagreement with the CFO a few weeks ago I was prepared to resign on principle. Generally well-liked by senior management, I didn't expect to be walked to the door. But having been around the corporate world long enough to not be surprised by much, I didn't take much for granted.
I cleaned out my desk before heading into that little argument.
It was all nice and clean, then, when a few weeks later I actually did tender my resignation.
Alas, no hastily prepared "package." I'd actually be working those eight weeks.
Today was our quarterly board meeting. I'm sitting where I usually do over along the side, with the other non-participants. Just there as an observer.
Watching the BOD members soberly work through its agenda, I'm thinking to myself "this is the last one of these I'll ever sit through."
Near the end, right before they move into executive session, our CEO interjects a non-agenda item. He pauses. "I'd like to thank Jeff..." and then he goes on and says the nicest things about me. I was utterly floored by his gracious and unexpected gesture.
"How long is it, Jeff" he asks, turning to me? "Two months?"
"Five weeks, now" I quickly correct him. To a room full of instant laughter.
I won't miss a lot from the corporate world. But there will be a little.