Yes, these are the words I said when I walked into work this morning.
Everyone close to me knows that I've been "done" with my job for a long time now. It used to be a pretty cool company to work for, with lots of opportunity. Lately it's been an unfriendly work environment, completely demotivational, and on top of that our product is no longer competitive with what others are offering. My base income has been slashed to the point of being completely replaceable as our clients get taken away by competitors because we have either bad pricing, or rude and clueless customer service staff at our help desk. Done. D. O. N. E. Done.
Since I am venting, I might also mention that fact that I have never felt very appreciated there. My decision was solidified today when dealing with the cashing in of my stock options. I ran a top 3 office for them my first year managing Tacoma. This means that my office was one of the 3 most productive for an entire year. A few months later I was issued stock options with a select group of people. It seemed like I was finally being rewarded for proving myself after years of being told I was too timid/young/female to give a management position to. Today I found out that I received the smallest number of options in that group. Smallest BY FAR. Today I also gave my resignation to the guy who replaced me a few months into my role as the Houston manager, because I could never seem to make the lofty sales quota they gave to the Houston office. My replacement has never hit his quota, either (and actually turns in about the same numbers that I did... some months even less), yet he still sits in that chair almost 3 years later. Is it because he is a guy's guy and can guzzle beers with the rest of the boys?
Sour grapes aside, their lack of belief in me gave me a very easy out. I am now officially a kept woman. Staying at home, taking care of the teenagers, doing a bit of coursework at the local U, and appreciating my wonderful husband to be who pays my way in life.
Or am I?
In real life, everyone, I started my own business last week. I will be doing the exact same thing as I was before... but I keep all the profit. I call the shots. No more silly trackers explaining how I spend my time. No more grief about making quotas. No more pressure to lie to customers about pricing in order to make the sale (which I refuse to do). No more workshops given to me by people who I trained. No more politics. No more BS at all, in fact.
I don't want any trouble. I am not going for their clients. I just want to sit in my little office and build my customer base. Eventually Jeff will be able to join me full time (he is AMAZING at sales), and I hope that we'll have something BIG. If we want. If we decide we just want to do what we can do on our own, and have no employees, that is totally cool, too. The point is, there are choices now. The point is also that I no longer have to do all the work, fix people's mistakes, and be the face of the company while getting paid 25% of the profit just because someone else had the balls to go open an LLC and hire a payroll company to cut me a check.
I'm pretty damn happy. I haven't had a plan in a long time, and this is a good one. More to come as things unfold.
And I know, I really need to get more of the house pictures up, but as you can see, it's been a busy week!