Hard days at work

Last Monday ended up ranking in my top 3 stressful days at work listing. It took a while for me to figure out if it ranked ahead or behind getting fired.

The list:

  1. Having a coworker unexpectedly die, August 6, 2003.
  2. Having my company acquired, January 28, 2019.
  3. Getting fired, November 11, 2013.

You may be wondering how an acquisition could rank above getting fired. All things considered, this was the nice kind of getting bought out; the executives fell in love with each other, realized there were synergies here, and decided to make it official. People at work were generally excited about it when it broke. I had no idea why.

Getting fired was a single event, but at least there was a kind of runbook of what to do afterward.

  • File for unemployment.
  • Start job-hunting.
  • Keep job-hunting.
  • Keep the unemployment office happy.
  • Grin and bear it for the weeks between the offer and the start-date when unemployment isn't coming in.

It had an emotional toll, but at least the what next question was answered. The emotional side was more of a diassociated stun.

Getting acquired was something I had no baseline expectations for except bad. It took me most of the day for me to figure out if the happy-happy I was seeing was corporate-koolaid or if people were honestly happy about it. My reaction was to become a giant stressball of anxiety. I had no baseline. I had no way to predict what was going to happen next. And I had a remote job, which even now take longer to find than on-prem jobs. Even dealing with the sudden death had a bit of a runbook to it.

They were honestly happy about it. It turns out that had to do with what was going to happen to our stock-options. A big check for a lot of us, including me. As I mentioned on a private social network on Tuesday:

This looks like a lottery-win. My cynicism doesn't know how to deal with this.

It took me a day and a half before I stopped being a gigantic stressball about the whole thing. That night I slept for absolute crap. By the end of the day I was feeling better since most of my pressing questions...

  • Are you serious about the options thing? (Yes. Holyshit.)
  • What about benefits? (infodump, far more comprehensive than we get now)
  • What about trans coverage? (Somewhat TBD, but it looks better than I have now by a fair piece)
  • What job will I have? (4% raise, plus a 20% bonus opportunity, and a drop in title; I lost 'Staff')

...got answers, and that meant my stomach wasn't threatening to ulcerate. All in all, a nice improvement. But for those two days, oh boy was I not fun to be around.