A while back, I noted I was watching someone possibly separate herself from her mother emotionally, to be followed shortly (I suspected) by physical separation.
Well, I guess I have good instincts.
I don’t have it yet from the horse’s mouth, but I do have some pretty interesting circumstantial evidence and that led to some secondhand (thirdhand?) knowledge.
First, my boss asked me to look into the three laptops which need to be replaced this fiscal. They’re at end of life, and probably past usefulness for some. They’re slow to start, take forever to get going, don’t do things at all they used to do well…the usual nonsense from a computer which somehow, someway, knows its life is up and it needs to slide into slumber.
(In truth, these will likely be reimaged and used as travel/loaner machines.)
So, we have the three people who need new laptops. I needed one too, and I held out about a year longer than I needed to, because my boss – and our budget – asked me to.
But this person, the one I mentioned in my previous post (you need to follow the link above if you didn’t), is one of the three people who needs a replacement. And for the sake of saving convoluted references, let’s call her J.
My boss’s new machine is the corporate standard for regular business laptops. Smaller (14″ vs the former 15.6″ display), solid state drive (SSD) instead of a spinning hard drive, and lighter weight. So when I point that out to him, he asks me to poll the users and see whether they want the former size or the new, smaller size.
Two of the three wanted to check out the smaller one before deciding. When they asked, I went to each one’s desk and told them it was possible to get the regular size for about $90US more.
J didn’t ask about prices. When I asked her in an instant message whether she would rather have the larger or smaller display, she said, “I’ll have to check with Our Boss.” (She used his name, of course.)
And I got a wry grin, because I knew. Sort of. So I responded, “He told me to ask YOU.”
In a moment or two, she responded, “Ooooookaaaayyyy… then I guess the smaller one will be fine.”
J’s reaction told me a couple of things. First, J didn’t want to have a computer ordered for her because she knew she won’t be here much longer. I didn’t know that, of course – well, not directly – and she isn’t ready to let hoi polloi know, so she can’t just come out and say, “What? That doesn’t make any sense! I’m leaving in less than a month!”
So, I said nothing more to J, and went to the Customer Service Supervisor. Let’s call her A. A’s my bud, and we chat. When I told her that one person wanted the larger display and J didn’t care, A let me know that J didn’t care because she’s transferring to another company location.
I asked how A knew; she said she got it from our boss. He’s busy requisitioning her position to post it, because J’s last day is December 1.
J, as you may recall, is “dating” (if that’s what you call it) a guy in Texas who’s got kids. Therefore, he’s not leaving Texas anytime soon. Or anytime at all. So J can either join him down there or go on merrily being single, and that ain’t happening.
So J’s got to pack her stuff, sell her house, and head on down to the Lone Star State. She has a job waiting for her, and she won’t lose any of her seniority or benefits by moving. So good for her!
On the other hand, can you guess who will be the one required to fill in for J until someone is hired? Hm? Any guesses?
I’m not looking forward to this. But, at least I know my boss is going to fill that job with someone else’s butt, and not try to make me do it full time. That, of course, would mean war. And by war, I mean beginning my own job search.
It’s nice J can relocate so readily. I wish I could too. In some ways I can – our kids are homeschool kids, so we don’t have that consideration. We don’t have a house to sell, so we have that freedom…kind of. (The lease is HARD and EXPENSIVE to break, which is one reason we’re still living there.) And we don’t have much stuff, even less of which is worth keeping. So, we could technically look elsewhere. But the overall expense of moving, and, y’know, not having a job ready, sort of discourages just up and leaving. Besides, I don’t even know where I’d go.
And, I feel very attached to my business group and don’t want to leave. At least, not yet.
This just got interesting.