Caffeinated Coder

Last Friday I gave my two weeks notice at the bank that I worked at for the last 5 years. At first it was very difficult to tell people. When I told my boss, I had roughly the same anxiety level that I had when I broke up with my last girlfriend. It actually took me two attempts to tell the CFO, who I run with on a regular basis. Nevertheless, the anxiety gradually faded into nonchalance, which then quickly slid into boredom. I am now hovering at annoyance and feel that I am about to plunge into rudeness. This is pretty hard to avoid when you work at a place with over 150 people, which is too small to be anonymous, but too big to avoid having this type of conversation with everyone you pass in the hall.

Here are some of the reasons I shared with the first hundred people that asked:

• My round-trip commute time will be cut from 2 hours to 20 minutes.
• I will get to code full time again. I have had the title of architect for the last couple years and have been coding less and less over the last 6 months since our department has begun to mature and grow. I’ve found that I really miss writing software. I feel like a baseball player who has been benched and just wants to get back into the game.
• I will get to code in C# instead of VB.NET
• I will no longer have to endure a 2:1 auditor to developer ratio. The new place I am heading to has regulations to deal with, but not nearly the overhead that comes with SOX compliance.
• There will be far fewer meetings since I will only be associated with one team and one department.
• Did I mention that I will get to code full time again…

Here are the reasons that I am going to give the next 50 people who ask me why I am leaving:

• I have made enough in my crack cocaine business to retire to Le Compton.
• The bank refused to pay for my pending sex change operation.
• The CEO’s daughter swore to me that she was 18.
• I only have 2 weeks to live and I wanted to spend every remaining moment with ‘Justin the Metrosexual’
• I have a highly contagious disease that rots away your private parts…cough…cough…give me a hug…
• It’s because of you. I loathe and despise you.

Seriously, I wish everyone at the bank the best of luck. It’s been a great place to work and I would gladly recommend it to anyone living in the Topeka, KS area. But, it’s time for me to move on. Sometimes you just have to shake things up in your life and try something new. 

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