February 4, 2016

D-117

It's been three weeks now. I've been writing, correcting, re-writing, editing, re-reading, re-editing.

Resume, skills, leadership style. I feel like a prehistoric man hiding in the darkness of his cave, sharpening flint stones and binding them to a stick to make a spear. I understand the need for good preparation but now I really want to go out hunting, to meet a mammoth, or perhaps a saber-tooth tiger, to face them and see what happens. 

What's more, one of the two active searches I was counting on was stopped and this is never a good sign. That's why, against the advice of the consultant, I answered a dozen ads using a mix of old and new resume and cover letter.

January 14, 2016

D-138

I officially boarded the aircraft carrier. Today I began my journey in the outplacement world and I realized that there's a lot of work ahead. First on myself, then on my relationships with others. I will not hurry,  I want to start with taking care of myself, cycling and losing a few pounds, and spend a little more time with my daughter, to whom we didn't tell yet (and decided not to tell in the future) about my new work situation given that at four years she's not able to fully understand, and the only thing she should be interested in is the longer hours she's going to spend with her father...

January 10, 2016

D-142

Today they removed my access to corporate email and network folders, even though I'm still formally employed by my company (actually I'll be on paid leave until May end). It made me a little sad, no two ways about it... Looking at daily sales evolution at 15 and at 18 was a ritual that had been with me for five years. But It's correct, I must cut the threads that still keep me connected to my old life.