Well, today sucked. Lost a team member today. I say "lost" because she quit...I don't know where she's going or what she's going to do, but she wasn't my "direct report". It was her choice but I don't think she wasn't un-provoked. She didn't leave just to spite me. I say "team member" because damnit, the three of us were a team. Technically yes, I am a position above, however, I know damn well our tripod wasn't about to stand without a third leg.
I get it, I really do. I completely understand feeling like enough is enough, and no longer wanting to be in that environment. Do I think she was in the right to just walk out at 9am this morning? Hells no! Do I think lately she's had a rough time and some issues and was struggling? Hells yah.
What is comes down to is this: you fucked us over. This is the busiest we have EVER been. 30+ job placements a week... I remember when we were doing 9 or 10. Last week? 54 or some shit. This week? probably 40. And now... now... I get to pick up the slack and so does my remaining tripod leg. We're a little wonky right now. Like a starfish that is missing a leg... it is still a starfish but you know that shit aint right.
I'm protective of my tripod... I don't want my other remaining leg to feel overwhelmed and under appreciated taking on more work. I'd rather be stressed and stay late to make sure she is OK and happy. Is that going going to make a steady tripod? Probably not, but two unhappy legs is a lot worse then just one.
This shit hasn't fully hit the fan yet but it's coming.
To my missing leg: I'm mad, and you know it. That's why you didn't reach out to me at all today (we never even said hi to each other this morning before shit went down). I'm mad because you screwed me over and are going to make my work life miserable the next few weeks. Not like I didn't have enough stress as it is/can't afford more. I needed you- not just for work load but for mental and emotional support. I knew I could talk to you about personal matters and shoot the breeze all at the same time. I knew that you could do your job and do it well and do it with the deadlines we had. She needed you too- she really needed you. Although you two bumped heads a lot... you two were a force to be reckoned with. Finding a replacement leg is going to be rough...rougher then you know. You aren't replaceable. A knock off tripod leg will be placed in your hole and we'll learn to function again.
I hope you find happiness, I truly do.
