Eight Signs it’s Time to Quit

Resurrecting an old post from an earlier version of my blog, originally posted October 3, 2007 – and I have no idea where the original source is, but one could probably Google it readily enough:

1. You don’t fit in. Your values don’t match the company’s. If your colleagues are “dishonest and focused on getting ahead regardless of legal or moral barriers,” Bayer says, it’s time to quit before an Enron-style scandal sinks the ship.

2. Your boss doesn’t like you and you don’t like him or her. If your boss never asks your opinion, and never wants to chat or have lunch with you, and if you disagree with her agenda and dislike her style, your days are numbered. Adds Bayer: “If you’ve ever done something that undermined your boss, you might as well get out now.”

3. Your peers don’t like you. Feeling isolated, gossiped about, and excluded from the inner workings of the organization is a very bad sign, as is feeling that you’re not part of the team and wouldn’t socialize with your colleagues even if they asked you.

4. You don’t get assignments that demonstrate the full range of your abilities. “Watching all the good assignments go to others, while you’re given the ones that play to your weaknesses or are beneath your professional level, should tell you something,” says Bayer. Likewise, if it seems the boss doesn’t trust your judgment, you’re in trouble.

5. You always get called upon to do the “grunt work.” Everybody has to take on a dull or routine task now and then, but if you are constantly being singled out to do the work no one else wants, alarm bells should ring.

6. You are excluded from meetings your peers are invited to. Sound familiar? If it’s painfully clear that your ideas aren’t valued, why stick around?

7. Everyone on your level has an office. You have a cubicle in the hallway. Bayer notes that, whatever your title, your digs can speak volumes about your real status in the organization. If your peers have offices with windows and you’re asked to move into a broom closet – no matter what the official explanation – start cleaning out your desk.

8. You dread going to work and feel like you’re developing an ulcer. Ah, here’s yet another of your symptoms, and a particularly nasty one at that.

Only posting it here because I feel I’m on the positive backswing from many of the symptoms listed. It wasn’t too long ago that I really was feeling most of those at work.

Then there was a reorg.

Then another.

Then I was reassigned temporarily to another team.

And now… now, I feel like I’m actually learning something useful.

Maybe not contributing nearly as much as some of the other serious rock-stars we have (I’m more of a roadie to their rock-star) but definitely putting in my time on something worthwhile.

Illness in the RV

We are still in recovery.

4 days of travel from Colorado to Washington state, last Wednesday till Saturday. Miss M took sick in the Pathfinder Friday and at first we thought it was stress of the last weeks paired with a few days of road food and a milk intolerance. I know I was suffering some myself from lack of water and real food.

Nope. Gastrointestinal yuck. Upper and lower.

Then Master O got it too. Thankfully not as affecting as he usually gets everything that goes around.

Bless the small distances in an RV. I could get to each of the children quickly in the middle of the night and had a convertible bed so I could sleep nearer to them and not disturb the hubs every time I had to get up.

Now both us parents are really feeling the discomfort.

Thankful that we are where we are for many several weeks. Rest. Hydrate. Work on our appetites.

One thing I do miss a bit about our house. A washing machine that can handle bigger loads. Luckily we are parked with family right now so we managed to get everything cleaned up. I do kinda love how fast laundry gets done via laundromat.

Where Are We?

Here we are… 2014 is just around the corner.

We’re in our early 40’s with two two pre-schoolers. There’s the dog and two cars in our small, fixer-upper house in a generic suburb, in a city near Denver, Colorado.

I work a fair number of hours as a Sr. Unix Engineer for a multi-national company. The compensation is reasonable, but the hours can be rough. Fortunately, I do get to telecommute regularly. Unfortunately, that means that I get an earlier start and a later stop on telecommute days.

Daisy holds the urban homestead together. The hours there, too, are long.
While our little family has our little house, we feel like we’ve become slaves to everything in and around it. The mortgage. The maintenance. The bills. The community.

It’s time for a change…