I had a very strange dream last night. Now, keep in mind that the office I worked in managed no longer exists (my assistant and I were both let go when corporate decided to close it).
I dreamt that I went back to visit the folks at my old job, except that my assistant still worked there and the office had moved to a strip mall in town. My outside sales rep and my assistant were both very busy, but really happy to see me. And they were so busy that day that they wound up begging me to stick around for more than a hello and the associated pleasantries, then they both left - he to go on sales calls, she to go do some deliveries - and I was running the store again. Then he came back after his calls and we had an hour-long conversation about life and random stuff, which is what we used to do at the end of the day a few times a week when I was still there.
I woke up very disoriented, and got up to get ready for work.
I wonder if any of it was guilt-induced. There were a few people at that company who wanted me to keep in touch - whether or not they "just said that" is up in the air, since they really don't know how to get a hold of me, and I really didn't leave them with any contact info. It was more of a "hey, when you move up here, we should get together for drinks" kind of thing. Well, I've since moved "up here," and haven't contacted them since I moved, and any contact info they would have had for me did not follow me in the move. I'm sure they know I'm up here now, because I had to give the "HR" chick (i.e., gossipy accounting girl who also acts as the HR department who couldn't keep her yap shut when my current company called looking for employment verification) my new address for tax purposes. She doesn't have a phone number for me, and if she did, I'd hope that the one iota of confidentiality she has would keep her from giving folks my new address, but still...
The probably know I'm here, and obviously they know I haven't contacted them. I liked some of those people, but the way I left, and the manner in which my request for severance pay was treated (dead silence) has prevented me from wanting to even walk through the door to say hello. It's not their fault, but I just can't do it.
Posted by beenie at February 8, 2006 11:23 PM