Work, Et Cetera
Feb. 1st, 2003 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookofmirrorsOh, geez... Where to start with this one...
Glenn resigned. I resigned. Glenn stayed resigned. I un-resigned. That's it in a nutshell.
Most of the people who started the company are gone, either forced to leave or resigned themselves based on pay (or lack thereof). We're just about out of money, paychecks are delayed, and we're never sure if they're really going to cash, and no one (that I know of) has faith in the owner any more.
It's a very sad state of affairs. The whole thing, what we thought was once so perfect, is coming tumbling down. I won't go into details. I may have to be held accountable for them in court one day (yes, it's THAT bad). But it's all going to hell in a handbasket.
So, why did I stay? Mostly for Tim. I didn't want him to be alone there, fighting a losing battle. It's always good to have someone at your back, even as the ship goes down, and I really felt I needed to be there. Scott says that fear sometimes masks itself as intuition. I agree with this statement, and I'd already thought of that. But, for now, I have to go with what feels right to me, and staying is what feels right. On a practical level, since neither of us have new jobs, both of us leaving would probably have been stupid, anyway.
Of course, if the new contracts become an issue, they'll lose everyone, anyway. No one is going to sign a contract that gives the company power of attorney over them. How fucking stupid do they think we ARE?
Geez...
On the bright side, I still adore the core co-workers who are left. Brian had a party last weekend (was it last weekend? I can't keep track of these things...), and I got fondled (and fondled back) most of the night by Brian (different Brian than the host of the party) and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
allicat42, which was way fun. I've been talking to her since then, and she says she feels a past life connection when she reads my blog/LJ. I don't, but it's all good. She even wrote a poem. I'm typically thrilled and terrified. We'll see what happens. :) Either way, Brian throws some kickass parties. :)
Scott and I had a talk for a while about certain things, which has reminded me of a post I want to make - here and to some of the Yahoo groups I'm on, but I'm not doing that tonight. I've been updating this thing for hours, and I'm basically caught up to present day.
I'll worry about expounding on other topics later.
I've thought enough. Time to go veg in front of the TV. :)
Glenn resigned. I resigned. Glenn stayed resigned. I un-resigned. That's it in a nutshell.
Most of the people who started the company are gone, either forced to leave or resigned themselves based on pay (or lack thereof). We're just about out of money, paychecks are delayed, and we're never sure if they're really going to cash, and no one (that I know of) has faith in the owner any more.
It's a very sad state of affairs. The whole thing, what we thought was once so perfect, is coming tumbling down. I won't go into details. I may have to be held accountable for them in court one day (yes, it's THAT bad). But it's all going to hell in a handbasket.
So, why did I stay? Mostly for Tim. I didn't want him to be alone there, fighting a losing battle. It's always good to have someone at your back, even as the ship goes down, and I really felt I needed to be there. Scott says that fear sometimes masks itself as intuition. I agree with this statement, and I'd already thought of that. But, for now, I have to go with what feels right to me, and staying is what feels right. On a practical level, since neither of us have new jobs, both of us leaving would probably have been stupid, anyway.
Of course, if the new contracts become an issue, they'll lose everyone, anyway. No one is going to sign a contract that gives the company power of attorney over them. How fucking stupid do they think we ARE?
Geez...
On the bright side, I still adore the core co-workers who are left. Brian had a party last weekend (was it last weekend? I can't keep track of these things...), and I got fondled (and fondled back) most of the night by Brian (different Brian than the host of the party) and
allicat42, which was way fun. I've been talking to her since then, and she says she feels a past life connection when she reads my blog/LJ. I don't, but it's all good. She even wrote a poem. I'm typically thrilled and terrified. We'll see what happens. :) Either way, Brian throws some kickass parties. :)Scott and I had a talk for a while about certain things, which has reminded me of a post I want to make - here and to some of the Yahoo groups I'm on, but I'm not doing that tonight. I've been updating this thing for hours, and I'm basically caught up to present day.
I'll worry about expounding on other topics later.
I've thought enough. Time to go veg in front of the TV. :)
