Time Marches On
Friday. Four more weeks until retirement. I can feel it picking up, the wind outside my window rushing faster, my interest in work more wobbly, but..., but what? With the number of people who've been leaving, the number of people remaining are less and less able to cover the bases. More to the point, too much knowledge is being lost and every day brings us closer to a broken system that can't be fixed with a string of over nighters.
I'm hoping the break doesn't come in June. July is fine. Never is fine, I have no animosity toward the company - it has paid me well for whatever time I've given them - but I need to get out and take care of myself just as the company is getting rid of us to, well, optimize IT, reduce the payroll and make more money. One hopes they'll get at least some of it right. A shame to go through all this and end up with disaster. I suspect outsourcing works, I'm just not sure they have a clue how to do it. Well, it's interesting to see.
It's a big company. Big companies make horrendous mistakes and still make money. Grow up, shut your mouth and get your ass out while you're able.
Indeed. Time marches on. On a Friday. Here in Oakland.