This is a euphemism for being asked to leave the premises for a period of time (usually a notice period) until you have successfully forgotten everything that might be useful to a competitor. Oh well – that’s what they’ve done to me. I am now employed for the next three months with full benefits without anything else to do! I don’t have to show up for work, I have had my laptop taken off me, I had to give back my ID card but I get to keep all other benefits.
I’m not complaining you understand … far from it. I am making the best use that I can of the time by going to the gym, helping my elderly parents out and planning the move up to Northwest England.
For my non-UK readers, we have an interesting scheme here whereby if you resign your job you generally have to work out your notice period. In the UK this can be an inordinate amount of time and my contract is for 13 weeks. However, if the employer thinks that you are a potential threat then they can put you on Gardening Leave – an extended holiday with full pay and benefits.
If we were in the USA then I would guess that this could last for two weeks at a maximum given the notice periods over there. I wonder what it is like elsewhere in the world.
Anyway, I now have the time I want to do all those things that I didn’t get time to do while I was working. Strictly speaking I should perhaps be reading up on all sorts of technology stuff but actually I am enjoying getting myself into shape again and planning our imminent house move.
Unfortunately my mother has decided that she will go into a care home since I am coming back to the area. I would rather it were different but I think it is for the best. As it happens she offered me the family home if I was interested. This is the home that they had built for them over 40 years ago. They then let my Grandparents live in it until they retired from working in South America, and now I shall be taking it over. There is something really special about that which you don’t normally get in today’s split second world. It has been the one address in everyone’s address book that has remained consistent throughout their lives. My children have never known anything different despite being dragged around the globe with me! Gran and Grandpa have always lived in Mayfair Drive.
I’m sure this is of little interest if you were looking for a diatribe or thesis on SOA etc. but it is part of who I currently am. The good part about it all is that it is going so smoothly. You know how it is when you try to do something and there are times when everything seems like hard work and you are blocked at every turn? Well, this time the wheels have clearly been oiled. Arranging to take over the property, getting a mortgage to cover the difference, dealing with British Telecom and British Gas has all been a doddle. Makes you wonder when the bubble is going to burst.
Don’t get me wrong … my parents home is going to need a lot of work! They were decorating it in the time when polystyrene ceiling tiles were the order of the day and are now considered to be a significant fire hazard. Getting them off the ceiling is going to be a major achievement.
Anyway … enough for now.