The end of the whole mess

Well, folks, I guess this marks the end of the whole mess. I started this blog back in 2004. It was initially started as a way to keep in contact with my friends. I would rant about driving or family or dreams, but it quickly became quite clear what its purpose was. I wouldn’t have named it “The Mushrump” if I had known what it was going to end up being about, but then “The Mushrump” became sort of a code word for my colleagues. A place for humor to vent that which was bringing us so much frustration and anguish.

A few times I was certain I was going to be sued, fired, or ostracized. Afterall, I was working in a building FILLED with lawyers. Thankfully, their idea of tech-savvy was using a PDA and didn’t even understand what blogs were when I left.

Now that Mavvy has a new job, we, the characters of this blog, are all kind of sad. It was painful, it was trying, but we made some great friendships and it was fun establishing a solid headquarters for the ANTI-ICE movement.

I don’t know what to do with this place now. It was my home for four years and now there’s no one left to pass the torch onto. I guess that’s a good thing. It means that the people in the department now--Hasslehoff (oh, how I tried to change your name to ComicSans) and Sparklehorse—are both happy with their positions and have no need for a common venting ground.

There are no more pictures from the Dishwasher Monitor, no more tales of terror of Carol the Skeksi, no more mind-boggling, soul-crushing acts of destruction from Stepzilla. Just us five, the survivors, who managed to escape and move onto happier places.

I will never forget the laughter that sounded after a particularly trying event as my coworkers read the blog. They knew they weren’t alone and it was okay.

We could laugh and they couldn’t take that away.

Two week paid vacation from ICE

So...as you may have already guessed from my previous post, I resigned from my position at ICE today. I received a job offer on Friday from a company less than two miles from my house in Jackson. I'll be making $5000 more per year than I do at ICE, and I'll never have to see Stepzilla's ugly mug again. I start my new job in two weeks, so I was considering giving only one week's notice and then using up my remaining vacation time to relax a bit before starting my new gig. I decided, however, to be professional and give two weeks, considering the marketing department is already short-handed one person. Little did I know ICE would give me the best parting gift I could ever hope for...

Stepzilla says she needs to talk to me and calls me into her office. She tells me, "Well, Carol and I talked it over and we decided we have everthing under control, so we really don't need you for these last two weeks. You'll still get paid and have your benefits until July 27 (the day I told her would be my last)." I couldn't believe my ears! So I ask her, "So does that mean I can leave now??" And it did.

I suspect that they want to be able to tell everyone they fired me, rather than the truth. Or maybe they just didn't want me around for the next two weeks telling everyone how much I hate Stepzilla and ICE when asked why I'm leaving. Or, perhaps they think I'll just sit around and do nothing anyway, so why not have me out of the building? Whatever the reasoning, I couldn't be more thrilled! Thanks for the memories ICE!

Dear Stepzilla

Dear Stepzilla:

Today I woke up and realized that this is the worst career experience I've ever had. Therefore, I am officially notifying you of my resignation from ICE. My last day will be today. This company is truly disfunctional. Many annoying coworkers, torturous Monday morning meetings, talking heads with inflated egos for directors, and inane timesheet processes have all contributed to my discontent.

On top of that, I can't stand to work for you any longer. You, alone, have been a constant source of personal pain and suffering for me ever since I started this job. I can't understand how you made it this far in the professional community.

Today is a great day for me. I will never have to see, hear, or listen to you again. Goodbye and good riddance!

Best regards,

Mavvy

P.S. Fuck you!!!