June 2005

June 07: Why, Yes. That is a Cliff.
June 11: When One Door Closes...
June 19: ROAD TRIP!
June 28: The Aftermath of Memory

June 7

Why, Yes. That is a Cliff.
A whole lot has happened since I wrote last even though it has only been a week. I came into work on the 31st after an excellent weekend and started working. I was not doing anything too arduous, just the usual runlists. By 10 or 11am, I had a bad headache and my jaw ached. I couldn't figure out why at first. Then, I realized that I was so tense, I had been clenching my jaw as I worked. That is what was giving me a headache. That was one of the reasons I hurt from my shoulders up. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Without having any clue of the buzz my resume had generated on Monster, I walked into Lori's office to talk to her. She had been looking much more relaxed since she resigned and I declared that I was going to quit. Give them my resignation as of today. Period. End of Story. I'm pretty sure she did the adult thing and pointed out how bad that would be for me to do and my basic response was, "Yep. I know that's a cliff. Here I go."

I had a meeting with my boss planned, so, I decided to wait and calm down. Then, he tried to cancel it. I walked into his office and told him that I needed to speak to him today. Since I never do that, he made the time for later in the afternoon. I went back to my desk and called my parents. Mostly because I needed to vent, they don't work in the afternoons and eventually, I knew I would tell them anyway. Dad was concerned. Mom already knew I had plans for it. Both of them told me they supported me and if I didn't manage to grow wings fast enough after I leapt from the cliff, I always had a safe haven with them. Then, Dad joked about making me do yard work.

Note to self: Next time I jump off a cliff like this, wait until I have another job to let the parents know. They worry too much.

My meeting with my boss was kind of funny. He was absolutely speechless. When he did find the words, he asked me if there was anything he could do to make my transition easier. I asked him what I needed to do now. Besides putting my resignation in writing, he didn't know. He had never dealt with someone resigning before. I almost felt sorry for him because he had a lost "Oh, crap! What do I do now?" look on his face.

His boss came into my office a day later with "What the hell?! Why are you leaving? Who am I going to get candy from? Who's going to do the status?" An amusing greeting from him since he's one of the reasons I'm leaving. A minor reason... but a reason nonetheless. Then, he told me about sending out my resignation email to the organization later that day and that he would miss working with me.

The responses to finding out that both Lori and I are leaving MS within the same week have been very interesting and somewhat unexpected. The first group of people, mostly from PlaceWare, has come to me to tell me they wish they could leave too but cannot for various reasons. They tell me how unhappy they are and wish me good luck in my endeavors outside of MS and make me promise to keep in touch and let them know where I go. I did not expect this. The second group of people, mostly from MS, has come to me to ask me, "Why are you leaving MS? Sure, you're bored with Live Meeting, MS has many other projects. Why leave MS?" It is almost an accusatory line of questioning. I get the sense some are asking "Aren't we good enough for you?" in-between the lines. Again, unexpected and occasionally creepy. The third group of people, from both sides, has expressed a great sadness at no longer working with me. For some, it had been over 5 years. I will miss them a lot. But, it's not like I'm leaving the state. I will see them in social situations.

I've been asked many times why I would leave a good job with spectacular benefits and a stable future. All my reasons basically boil down to one simple fact: I am not happy. Not as things stand. Not in this job. Not working for this company. I do not want to spend more than half my life in a job that I am unhappy with. My more detailed reasons for leaving are as follows:

1. 5.5 years on any one product is a very long time. I really do need something new. I want to work on something, anything, but Live Meeting. I am proud of what I have accomplished but, it's time to move on.

2. I do not want to code. I have never liked coding. MS is moving to all SDETs and that is not a good fit for me. I have been extremely stressed ever since this edict has been passed down.

3. Patrick is no longer my boss. I have had both the worst and best bosses of my professional career while here at MS. Patrick is the kind of boss you go through hell for because he's just that good. He's no longer my boss and, as swell of a guy as my current boss is, he's no Patrick and thus, no worth going through reasons one and two for.

4. I want to. I want to see what working outside of MS is like up here in the Pacific NW. I want a different environment. It is a simple, basic but important reason.

So, now, I'm doing interviews for jobs. The Monster board is pretty awesome. I have three hot prospects: One from Monster located in Bothell: one from a friend located in Kirkland; and one from a friend and Craig's list located in Capital Hill. I'm pretty happy with the selection I have had. My only worry right now seems to be whether or not I'm going to get enough time off to rest in-between jobs rather than whether or not I'm going to have a job to go to. As problems go, that's not a bad one. Really. I seem to have leapt from the cliff and grown wings fast enough to catch myself as I fall. But, it's been nice to know that others have been waiting with arms outstretched, just in case.


Monday night, we really got Ben. We planned a surprised birthday party for him on his regular Crimson Dawn GM night. Of course, he made it a bit more complicated by showing up way earlier than usual, the monkey. We adapted and overcame the problem. It didn't hurt that he had called me on the pre-text of wanting to return my B5 DVDs in order to get me there to do a Crimson Dawn downtime scene. I agreed. He thought he had pulled one over on me. Hah. We showed him. I think he was pleased with his gift from all of us: A year subscription to Netflix. I decided on this because he's been coveting one for at least five months.


Tarot Card for the Day: Eight of Wands

June 11

When One Door Closes...
It's over. I'm not longer an employee of the Evil Empire known as Microsoft. I find myself sad, furious and relieved. When I entered the talk with the HR person in my exit interview, I was in high spirits. I was happy and optimistic. I told myself there was no need to be upset about anything. I was moving on. I would not shed any tears.

I was wrong. I found as I explained how I felt on why I was leaving and what could have been done differently, I got terribly upset. I felt like I was confessing that I was a failure because I wasn't strong enough to deal with the bullshit issues that had come up. I realized that I was furious because I feel like I had been forced out of a job I really liked involving a product I was very proud of by a "good old boys" network in management. I feel like I was forced out because I was not willing to put up with the condescension, the unreal expectations or the undeserved harsh criticism.

Dammit! I liked the product and most of the people I was working with. I didn't want to have to go! Some of these people I have worked with for over five and a half years! Some of them have become really good friends and now, I'm not going to be able to work with them anymore. I feel cheated. I feel cut off. I feel like I've lost something important to me. I'm so angry about this, I could spit.

But, at the same time, I'm sitting here with tears of relief on my face. I honestly understand the term "Microsoft Refugee" and I keep thinking, "Thank God, that's over. I won't have to endure another condescending comment or outrageous order from that person again." It's over. Microsoft is a very hard place to work for. It has not all been bad but it has never been easy. Even when I was working for Patrick, it was hard. Patrick, as a boss, just made it all worth it.

Now, I sit here, struggling to close the door on 68 months worth of my life, I find that it is not as easy as I thought it would be. My time with PlaceWare/Live Meeting is over. I am feeling a real loss and I am grieving. I think it will be a while yet before I put all these emotions behind me.


... Another Door Opens.

For the past week, I have been on pins and needles over my job opportunities. I was no longer worried whether or not I would have them. The 30+ phone calls and as many emails in the past week requesting interviews proved to me that I was good enough. All the criticism I have been hearing for months about my performance was undeserved. I was and still am an excellent test engineer.

I went through several phone interviews and a couple of face to face interviews. I had an offer from Cingular as an Execution Test Lead as of Tuesday. I pinged Rory over at EED and told him that if his company was going to talk to me, they needed to do it now. The next day, I had a multiple person phone interview. The following day, I had a grueling multiple hour series of formal interviews. At the same time, I was having the "I'm ok. You're ok." Manager interview at Cingular. Yesterday, I was told I would get an offer from EED. Today, I got a verbal, then written offer.

All last night and today, I chewed over the two offers. They both had their flaws and merits. They both were interesting and enticing. It was scary having to choose between them. Today, after some negotiation with EED, I decided to choose the smaller company where I felt my voice would be better heard and I would make more of a difference in the future of the testing org. I gave them my verbal acceptance. I still have to call the other place and regretfully turn them down.

Over all, I think EED wanted me more. When the boss-to-be calls you and asks, "What else can I offer you to convince you to come work for me?" It really makes an impression after being told that I'm not good enough for so long.


... And hindsight is 20/20.

I wrote the above yesterday after I left the HR exit interview. I was still writing it as Hans came to pick me up to go over to Glenn and Andrew's place for drinks, dinner and beautification. I was still an emotional wreck. I burst into tears in front of him as I tried to explain that while I was very happy going to the new place, I was furious at having to leave the old one the way I did. Fortunately, Hans understood and was able to put it in succinct words for me.

I haven't hit my 'vacation' yet. I am still processing the end. But, stepping back, I didn't realize how much pressure I was under or pain I was in until I made it stop. It's like when you go to bed with a huge headache then wake up pain free and you realize just how bad that headache was to begin with.

It has also affected me in other ways. Rory pointed out what he called a theme in the characters I want to play and very defensively pointed out that he was wrong. Now, that I'm looking at them, I see that he is not entirely wrong. The characters I'm playing and want to play are untouchables who seem helpless but aren't when pushed. I'm wondering if these concepts are a manifestation of feeling so damn helpless at work and my desire not to be. I have been working out these issues on a subconscious level.

Ah, well. That is a drunken conversation for another time. I am feeling better than I was but there are still residual emotions lurking. I hope to have them all sorted out by the end of next week.


Tarot Card for the Day: Eight of Wands, Inverted

June 19

ROAD TRIP!
For the record, I would just like to say that I adore "Google Maps." Whoever designed it and coded it was a genius! It has made getting ready for my road trip to CA so much easier. Especially since this time, I'm not doing a single "base of operations" for the week. I'm sofa surfing all over the place and I'm really excited about it.

Much of this trip is going to be defined by the people I see and the restaurants I go to. One thing I really miss about the Bay Area is the fabulous food. I approve of some restaurants up here but they don't really compare to the Bay Area for the most part. I'm not sure where I'm going to be eating while with Heather but Wednesday for lunch it will be Chef Liu's or Casa De Lupe. I may have to run to Fremont to grab Rich first but, darn it, we are going to one of those places for lunch. The rest of Wednesday and Thursday will be based on what Rich and company want to do. Friday lunch will be which ever restaurant I didn't go to on Wednesday. Friday night is Los Charros with Thea. Saturday is Sono Sushi with Monte. Sunday with Wendy and Jeff is still up in the air. Of course, visits to Dana Street will happen.

I dropped off Esme at Lori and David's house. I think she will like it. There's no construction and she has a big window to look out of. Though, we did have an extremely traumatic meeting between Josh and Esme. Esme did her "do not approach me, you swine" routine which, Josh, being an alpha cat, promptly ignored it. It turned into fight and Lori got Josh out of there. It looked like Esme was OK. Frankly, I think it was more traumatic for me, thinking I'm a bad cat mommy. Yeah. She'll be fine but I can't help worrying.

Still, I'm so looking forward to this road trip. There is something very cerebrally cleansing for me on these very long drives. The body is engaged just enough to set the mind free. I let all the mental crap drain from me on the way down and I build myself up on the way back up. It is an excellent way of cleaning out the mental cobwebs.

I will be calling people at every stop I make on the way down and on the way back up to let someone know where I am, how I'm doing, that I'm alive, etc.


I finally had the hot stone massage I have been promising myself for months. My gosh, was that ever good! It didn't hurt at all. It was just this deep penetrating heat that really relaxes you. I've decided that I need to figure out a way to afford one of these massages once a month. Something to help de-stress me and do that whole improving quality of life thing I keep promising myself. When I get back from my road trip, I have a facial schedule. Ideally, I'll start a "Relax Jenn" regime of a facial around the first of every month and a massage around the middle of every month. I can afford it monetarily. I just have to convince myself that and convince myself to take some "me" time for pampering.


Recently, I got together with some friends so they could teach me to play "I Never" and generally indulge in some drunken debauchery. The evening was a lot of fun. But, one of the conversations we had made me realize something: I'm not in love. I'm not in lust. I don't even really have a crush on someone. Not really. I haven't been in this state of non-romanticism in years. Even when I wasn't seeing someone, I was still usually pining for someone.

Oh, sure, there are a couple of guys I would not mind kicking their heels out from under and dragging them off to bed... But, all of them have issues of one sort or another: Taken; in a weird space emotionally; Transitory - definitely moving in a few months (Though, that might not stop me. If fact, it might spur me on because anything with that guy would be transitory.); in another State. You see what I mean.

Interestingly enough, while I would like to find a good relationship, I am content with my situation as it stands for now. There really are no potential prospects except for the one transitory one. I think, I've finally gotten comfortable with who I am and being with just me. It's been a goal of mine for ages and I seem to have reached it with little fanfare; just a dawning realization and a smile.

Now, this isn't to say that I wouldn't mind falling head over heels in love again. To blush at the mere mention of someone's name or to have butterflies in my tummy when that special someone walks in. To be assaulted by someone's pheromones into wanting to follow evolution's plan (private joke with Yony) and to wake up next to someone in time for a morning cuddle. Yeah, that would be nice.


Tarot Card for the Day: Nine of Wands

June 28

The Aftermath of Memory
I'm home again from my vacation and the construction continues on. However, at this point, after seeing the beautiful home of my friend Wendy, I'm ready to throw everything out and start again. No. Really. I am. Simplify. Simplify. Simplify. Of course, I won't do this but I think I will be even more brutal about the pruning and purging I am doing. Also, my house is such a mess, I can barely stand it. Mostly because of the moving of things away from the doors and windows and all of the crap drug in by the construction guys. Though, all of it is not their fault. A lot of the mess is mine and I will take responsibility for that as well as work on cleaning it all up.

My vacation was awesome! It really was. I can't tell if I prefer the sofa surfing from friend to friend or the base of operations approach. Both have their benefits and flaws. I will have to consider this for the next time I drive down to CA.

I got to go to every restaurant I had on my list: Chef Liu's (they remembered me but there was some confusion about me saying hello to a man in an apron - I just smiled and nodded), Los Charros (burritos bigger than your head), Case De Lupe (best darned guacamole I've ever tasted) and, of course, Dana Street Café (great coffee, great friends). I also got to go to a couple of places I didn't expect: Frankie, Johnnie & Luigi's, Too; a really good Italian place in Fremont I don't remember the name of, a surprisingly good coffee place in Fremont that, again, I don't remember the name of and Global Blends in Mountain View.

I got to see almost everyone I wanted to see while I was there as well. Only Johanna and Alex dropped off the radar due to time/work commitments. First were Heather, Chris and Ryan in Sacramento. I really hope Heather and Chris can end up moving here. Then, Rich, Cil, Blinkie, Greg and David for a couple of days. From there, off to see Monte and Thea and meet the fabulous Monica that I have heard so much about. Back to see the Fremont crew for Jen-Jen's birthday and to finish out the trip breakfast with Yony and an afternoon with Wendy and Jeff who happily reminded me why I like Firefly so much. So many good people that I miss a lot. All of whom are worth the drive down to CA to visit.

I got to do a lot of gaming while I was there, too. My friends know me so well. Card games at Heather's. 7th Sea and Buffy at Rich's. Silent Hill at Monte's. Dude, Silent Hill as an RPG rocks and scares the pants off of me. I had a blast. Of course, my Silent Hill character had a gruesome end - "You wake up and Walter is standing over you. He says, 'I'm really sorry about this, Miss.' Then, proceeds to beat you to death with an ax handle." Eek! I'm of the (maybe deluded) opinion that Julia, who has pre-cog dreams, wakes up from that dream and knows it will come true if she doesn't do something about it.

All was not happiness and light, though. Walking back from sushi with Monte, my left knee started to get wonky. Considering that I had been walking all over the place all week with it, I found the timing inconvenient and annoying. To make matters worse, when I got back to Greg's house that last time, I missed a step, hyper extended that same wonky knee and punched a wall with my right hand. Not on purpose mind you. It was all part of the fall and so, my right pinky knuckle is all bruised up. And, I'm having issues walking. A lot of issues. Sometimes, it's fine. Other times, I just cannot walk without pain.

Other happy memories: Seeing Batman Begins with Rich. Liam Neeson as a bad guy. Talk about fantasy fodder! Seeing the barista at Dana Street grin in recognition when he saw me. Late night computer stuff with David and Greg. Picking out a gift from Yony from his trip to Jordan that turned out to have a blessing for the traveler on it.

It was a really good trip. I miss these people so much.


Esme is back in the house now and seems to be doing well. She didn't fight me too much to get her in the cat carrier but she did yowl her displeasure all the way home. Now, she's checking out the mess that the construction guys made. I talked to the foreman and found out that all the "in and outs" for the windows are done and I'll have plenty of warning for the next time they need to come in to fix the damage to the window and door surroundings.

This most recent trip to California has made me wonder if I'm missing having room mates and people around me more than they are now. Greg and David have what I consider and almost perfect room mate situation with Jaffa and Jason. The upstairs belongs to Jaffa and Jason. The downstairs to Greg and David for the most part. There is an entertainment room they all use. It allows for companionship and privacy as wanted.

I remember sharing a house with Greg and Casey. It was cool to sit on the couch and watch them play video games while I read. Or to cook dinner for everyone while someone else cleaned up. Living with room mates is hard for me but sometimes, I really miss it. Sometimes, I think it would be great to share a house with one or two other people who are as addicted to the net as I am or have some other solitary hobby. People who mostly like to do their own thing but also like to get together from time to time.

It is something to think about since I am going to be selling my house this year sometime. Maybe I should consider getting a room mate in a house instead of getting an apartment for myself. It's a thought.


Tarot Card for the Day: Nine of Swords, Inverted

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