Stick a Fork in Me....

[2B]

Early on, they asked if I would consider providing consultation services in the future, and I left the door open for occasional consulting.


Let the Retirement Begin!!!!

I suspect the first "consulting opportunity" will be to rebuild the office. I may be wrong. You never went into details about the corporate culture issues but I've had past experiences with dealing with non-US owners and their approaches to US personnel. I always got a chuckle seeing how we were treated compared with equivalent functions in the home country.

Congratulations on getting out.

 

[EllisWyatt]

I strongly doubt he will commit suicide, but got the impression that he has just become a prime candidate to join the "window tribe" - not fired, but given an office with a window, no telephone, no computer and no assignments.

On one level, I feel a bit sorry for the.......nah, never mind - Karma's a B***ch.

 

[longranger]

EW it is a prime example of what my what many of our moms said when we were growing up. "It's your bed, you made it, so now you can sleep in it".

 

[pb4uski]

.....So now I feel that I have checked off the last professional responsibility I have to them, and can move on with a clear conscience.

Let the Retirement Begin!!!!

I strongly doubt he will commit suicide, but got the impression that he has just become a prime candidate to join the "window tribe" - not fired, but given an office with a window, no telephone, no computer and no assignments.

On one level, I feel a bit sorry for the.......nah, never mind - Karma's a B***ch.

Well done, EW!

In our organization we had a slightly different process called mushrooming - save the windows for the good performers - put guys like him in a dark, damp place and feeding him sh1t until he quits.

 

[LoneAspen]

Be careful with that whiskey! They might have slipped a mickey in it, some strange brew that would mess with your mind and convince you to go back there!

Congrats on getting out, and for getting a ringside seat to see the execs' reaction to all the rats getting off the sinking ship (so to speak).

I don't expect to get a nice bottle of whiskey for my going away present. More likely a pat on the back, a hearty handshake, and that will be it. But I don't care. I'm going to forget about the place the second I walk out that door for the last time.