So I resigned, a couple of days before I actually had to. I was unceremoniously given to the Bridezilla as a lackey, had my leave taken away and my Christmas Bonus revoked. The girls I work with were as awesome as ever (I will miss them) and the general feeling among my colleagues is absolute fury at the way I am being punished for trying to do something with my life. Of course Bridezilla is not being given anything that may interfere with her Pinterest habit (she really should have learned to hide that on facebook) and so all of my work is going to someone who averages 30 hours o overtime a week already. Morale is not good right now.
In the midst of all the chaos I went to the introductory cocktail party evening. I learned a few things:
- It is possible to go to a cocktail party and a Nickleback concert in the same evening although a cocktail dress and takkies look weird.
- The new fun game of these functions (developed by myself and P1) is called 'spot the trophy wife'. Long blonde hair and 8 layers of makeup (which was the description given to girls at my high school).
- I ran into two girls from my high school, fortunately they are students, not partners. Unfortunately the one I was friends with is doing a diploma, not a full MBA.
- There is a dress code for classes (ouch, losing christmas bonus)
- Laptops are mandatory (see above)
- Meals and textbooks are included (well that's something)
- Wearing heels for the first time in ages makes me grumpy
- I get along better with mining people than financial people
- The best people are those crashing the party from the TED-X talk next door (dammit)
- Everyone already knows everyone
- If I don't network enough P1 will sit down and refuse to let me go home (or to Nickleback) unless I go and talk to another 5 people.
- Other people are as scared as me.