He told me that last night was his very last night working for the company as they have asked him to resign. They want to replace him with an outside consultant that wears pants that come up to his chin. That is like the stinging rain, now at 95 miles an hour pelting my delicate face, and then I open my eyes, and keep them open for a long time. Oh the sting of reality. My recruiters are working hard for me, but nothing great yet.
Silicon Valley is a weird place, exciting but really weird.
One by one, people would enter my cube of death and ask me if I was leaving. As you would walk down the long executive hallways, doors that were not normally shut, were ALL shut. Cardboard boxes are becoming mighty important too. I also thought within the chaos, I could perhaps make an upward move, get a raise because they are so desperate to keep me, and ask for what I want. Then there is still the clankity clank of the tracks beneath me, no matter what I do.