I gave my notice on Monday, then became brutally ill—missing work on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I don’t think anyone was very pleased about that. I missed out on three beautiful 80 degree sunny days (and two cloudy ones). I also agreed to work an extra week to make up for the week I missed.
While I was home on Wednesday, I received a perplexing email from the office. She was asking about whether I would live up to my previous “bargain” (her word) about working an extra week. First of all, I never actually made the “bargain”, so I really had nothing to “live up to” if I chose not to. By the way, who is it a bargain for? I think it was a poor word choice, but I’ll forgive her.
The passage that really perplexes me is this: “Please let me know if you will live up to your bargain of working an additional week. I am trying to be accomodating, but it is hard when I haven’t heard from you.”
Accomodating??? Ha!
Please, please accomodate me in my wishes to leave the company. Please accomodate me by requesting that I work 3-4 more weeks. Please accomodate me by emailing me at home while I’m sick to demand that I live up to my bargain.
You should be begging me to accomodate you.
Last night, I had dinner at Gino’s East with a bunch of old-school Shepard homies. While engaging in dinner conversation, Josh expressed his admiration for my decision to stop wasting time at work. It’s a good affirmation—if there’s one person who I expected to understand my perspective, it’s Josh.
Heavy Rotation: Les Rhythmes Digitales
Finished Reading: 1) Funk: The Music, The People and the Rhythm of The One - by Rickey Vincent; 2) Home From Nowhere: Remaking Our Everyday World for the 21st Century - by James Howard Kunstler