Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Done.  Complete.  Finite.  Finished.  Through.

I am finally done training the replacement.  I had one last thing to show her and after having to reschedule the training session twice, I finally told her yesterday was it.  No more.  I wasn’t waiting to hand it over; if she couldn’t do it then she would have to figure it out on her own.
Okay, not really.  I’m not that mean.  But I was getting rather fed up with the whole situation.  It seems she has taken on the same attitude my former boss had, where she is the most important, what she is doing is the highest priority and I can wait.  That just ticks me off.  Because it isn’t true. 
Neither of our jobs is important.  This company could run just fine without her or me or any of the hundreds of people running around doing what we do.  It’s a fact.  We are just fortunate to be members of a large company that feels it needs us.  But our jobs don’t add revenue.  We aren’t making money.  So we are completely expendable.  That’s just a fact.

Okay, off the soap box and back to the story…
I made an appointment with her.  I was there early so I stopped to talk to my former boss.  She walks by and says she will be back in a minute.  Twenty minutes later she still isn’t back.  I start to get pissed off.  Really, come on!  I walk my butt to her desk to teach her something and she keeps me waiting?  I can understand if I just showed up and expected her to drop everything and learn, but I had ONE MORE THING to show her.  That’s it.  And I scheduled it.  I had this on her calendar over a week ago. 
Finally I go and find her and she said, “Well you said you would hang out till I got back.” What?  Um, no.  I have work to do.  I have a job that I haven’t been able to do because I have been waiting to transition to you.  Get back to your desk and let’s get this over with!
So we did.  And I took a calming breath and showed her where everything was.  Showed her the last of the stuff and then left. 
That’s that.
Done.

Sigh.  It feels good to know that I will no longer be closely involved with that department anymore.  It was starting to feel like a sinking ship.  And I hope for the best for them, but I am glad I got off it.