I Have a New Job . . . 0
. . . just like the old job.
I’ve been sold, along with the rest of my division and our product line.
Temporarily, we are still in the same building, in the same office, surrounded by our former co-workers. Sometime in the next two or three months, we will be moving to our own building somewhere within about 10 miles of where we are now.
I’ve moved over to the new email (Monday, my old employer will set of automatic forwarding of emails from the old address to the new address), I’ve finally gotten used to answering the phone with the new company name, and I’ve been porting some of our documents over to the new logo; I’ll probably also work on the support portion of our website to remove [old company name] and put in [new company name], but it’s still the strangest new job I’ve ever had.
I’m doing the same work, with the same people, at the same desk, using the same phone, computers, fax, and other equipment that I’ve used for the past seven and a half years.
The first paycheck arrived today, and it was signed by someone else. But it came.
