One week left, and goodbye to March
Mar. 31st, 2025 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonLast week was characterized mostly by knowledge transfer and handoff. I spent 2 hours with the guy who's going to replace me, one hour each for discussing each team and their leads. And another five meetings having required Q1 checkins with me, one of my six ex-reports, and their new manager. (Only one of these is left for tomorrow). I had several 1:1 mentoring/goodbye sessions, mostly with women.
And oh, the cleanup. I've turned off my fancy email filters, unsubscribed from lots of mailing lists, handed off or closed all my bugs, and... a lot of that sort of thing.
So now there's one more week; or less than that, since I failed to post this on Sunday night and now it's Monday.
This morning my more personal farewell email got auto-sent. I gave one talk, out of three scheduled for the week; one more is tomorrow and the last on Friday. There are a couple of reviews that I don't care about but must attend; one negative promo outcome that I got permission to share early so that I could help a more junior manager deliver the bad news; and a couple of goodbye events. Blah blah. Today was dumb and rushed like any other Monday.
For all it's gone reasonably, I did have a little flash of panic on Friday when I felt over-scheduled, and I am not enjoying looking at the March page of my wall calendar, which is filled with post-it flags of important battles, all past now. March's picture was prettier but I want, very literally, to turn the page.
And oh, the cleanup. I've turned off my fancy email filters, unsubscribed from lots of mailing lists, handed off or closed all my bugs, and... a lot of that sort of thing.
So now there's one more week; or less than that, since I failed to post this on Sunday night and now it's Monday.
This morning my more personal farewell email got auto-sent. I gave one talk, out of three scheduled for the week; one more is tomorrow and the last on Friday. There are a couple of reviews that I don't care about but must attend; one negative promo outcome that I got permission to share early so that I could help a more junior manager deliver the bad news; and a couple of goodbye events. Blah blah. Today was dumb and rushed like any other Monday.
For all it's gone reasonably, I did have a little flash of panic on Friday when I felt over-scheduled, and I am not enjoying looking at the March page of my wall calendar, which is filled with post-it flags of important battles, all past now. March's picture was prettier but I want, very literally, to turn the page.
