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jaeclecticMy time at PSFT-ORCL is over and done. Talk about your anticlimax. Had a couple last work-related conversations, a nice lunch with a few folks, sent out a goodbye email, and then handed my laptop and my badges in, without even a pretense of an exit interview. And that's that.
On another front: I just got the anticipated lease renewal notice, and as expected they are raising my rent. By $75, which is enough to be annoying but just under the threshold where I would immediately spit in their eye. I suppose that means they are very, very clever.
I don't know. I really don't want to move again already, and I do really like this place (despite some noise issues), but I don't think the cost of rental housing in this neighborhood has actually gone up this year, and I surely know that my own sense of financial stability has not improved (my salary will be going up slightly as of Monday, but in fact it's still less than I was making as a contractor when I moved into this place). Feh. I guess I've been utterly spoiled by living in rent-controlled Berkeley and SF.
Oh, and they want me to decide by next week (although the lease isn't up until the end of July, that's just the way this outfit works). Double-feh.
Of course, this kicks off the whole cycle of tail-chasing thoughts, like: if only I could afford to actually buy something, and maybe I should move back into the city rather than commute over the bridge, but what can I really afford, blah blah blah.
Also, speaking of a sense of financial (in)security: Just got my final paycheck from ORCL and realized that I had miscalculated: I thought I was due a full paycheck for the past two weeks, but in fact with the way their pay cycle works, I just get a couple hundred dollars (the dregs of my vacation account). This is not a crisis, but it does mean that the money I'd been cheerfully thinking of as new-computer funds is, um, significantly reduced.
Meanwhile, back at the new-job ranch, I seem to be done feeling elated and I've settled into nervousness. I keep telling myself, I'll be fine once I start, so it's probably better that I don't have more time off (without pay).
Also, in some twisty way, I feel deprived because I don't have anything special planned for this weekend, even though I just got back from treating myself to time away.
OK, I guess I'm just generally grumpy. Somebody kick me, please.
On another front: I just got the anticipated lease renewal notice, and as expected they are raising my rent. By $75, which is enough to be annoying but just under the threshold where I would immediately spit in their eye. I suppose that means they are very, very clever.
I don't know. I really don't want to move again already, and I do really like this place (despite some noise issues), but I don't think the cost of rental housing in this neighborhood has actually gone up this year, and I surely know that my own sense of financial stability has not improved (my salary will be going up slightly as of Monday, but in fact it's still less than I was making as a contractor when I moved into this place). Feh. I guess I've been utterly spoiled by living in rent-controlled Berkeley and SF.
Oh, and they want me to decide by next week (although the lease isn't up until the end of July, that's just the way this outfit works). Double-feh.
Of course, this kicks off the whole cycle of tail-chasing thoughts, like: if only I could afford to actually buy something, and maybe I should move back into the city rather than commute over the bridge, but what can I really afford, blah blah blah.
Also, speaking of a sense of financial (in)security: Just got my final paycheck from ORCL and realized that I had miscalculated: I thought I was due a full paycheck for the past two weeks, but in fact with the way their pay cycle works, I just get a couple hundred dollars (the dregs of my vacation account). This is not a crisis, but it does mean that the money I'd been cheerfully thinking of as new-computer funds is, um, significantly reduced.
Meanwhile, back at the new-job ranch, I seem to be done feeling elated and I've settled into nervousness. I keep telling myself, I'll be fine once I start, so it's probably better that I don't have more time off (without pay).
Also, in some twisty way, I feel deprived because I don't have anything special planned for this weekend, even though I just got back from treating myself to time away.
OK, I guess I'm just generally grumpy. Somebody kick me, please.
