or, “In Which Nico Spills The Beans”.
Before the end of the day today, I must remember to cash in my vacation days. The check is pretty hefty, and that’s one thing I didn’t know about leaving a job.
That’s right. I’ve changed jobs. It’s finally happened.
Granted, I’ll still be working in the same industry, just for another company and doing slightly different things for different clients — things I can probably do better than doing on-the-frontlines marketing I have been doing for my last employer. The reason I kept this on the down low was out of respect to the company I’m leaving; I felt that couldn’t say anything until I had actually left, and I most definitely couldn’t say anything while I was trying to make the decision.
The scenario was this:
1. stay at the company I was working for to be sent to Seattle for a campaign, and then soon afterwards, move to NYC.
-or-
2. Start work for a new company, for more money, stay in LA a little while longer, and then move to NYC with a better salary.
I’ve chosen the latter. However, because I loved working with each and every last person at the old company, it wasn’t an easy decision to make. But now I’m as good as gone, because I put in my two weeks notice two weeks ago. I start my new job the second week of December.
And moreover, I’m moving to another part of town. Closer to the heart of LA. Closer to this new job. Into a house, with a woman I like and with whom I can see myself getting along, but know very little about.
And it seems I’m finally in a place to finally leave work at the bar. I’ve lined up some of the best candidates I’ve seen and may have a legitimate booking company on my hands.
So, in short:
- New day job
- New place to live
- New booking company
Holy crap. Who knew that all of these life changes could be accomplished in less than two weeks?
Here’s to productivity.


I’ve ranted this before, and I’ll rant it again: