Last Friday I interviewed for a job. It was a chance for them to see if I could solve technical problems without wearing a bathrobe and for me to see if I enjoyed sweating profusely in their office building.
Apparently they liked me (and I found their office to be as good a place to sweat through my shirt as anywhere) because they extended me an offer this week. We then had a few discussions about compensation and start dates and suddenly today I found myself accepting their offer.
So, today, I called my boss, who is a good personal friend, and gave him the news. It was a phone call that I had been dreading for weeks, ever since I first entertained the notion of interviewing with this company. He took it pretty well, and we had an only semi painful conversation about what this meant for our team.
Later in the day I called Ralph, whom I've been working closely with for the last year. During that time we've spent hours each week on the phone batting ideas back and forth and generally doing some of the better software development of my career. The product that we work on has been too complicated for either one of us to handle by ourselves, so we've been working closely as a team. I knew I'd be making his job a lot more difficult and lonely by leaving, so calling Ralph was even more difficult than calling my boss. Ralph is a big boy, so that call went ok too, but I felt pretty bad.
I'll notify the rest of the team tomorrow I guess then my two-week notice officially begins.
Dang. So weird.
Although my corporate logo has changed many times in the few years, I haven't actually quit a job in nearly a dozen years. I've been working at home for that entire time. The idea of walking into a new office, albeit one with a few familiar faces, is kind of intimidating. I know it'll be good for me but New is scary! I'll have to meet new people, learn new things, and wear new pants. Stupid pants.
Anyway, things feel strange in my brain. Stand by.