Flashes of Panic

I participated in an interview for my job today. There are three more in the queue. My boss (weird word) started with a few dozen résumés, then did phone interviews with a fraction of them. Now we’re talking with a fraction of those.

I don’t actually have a big role here. I explain what I do, the major areas of my work. I answer questions about it. And that’s about it. I keep my eyes open, but I’m not evaluating closely. This isn’t going to be my decision, fortunately.

Others in the office were shocked. We’re interviewing? Is it happening that soon? They’re stopping by my office and saying, Wow, you really are leaving, huh?

I can’t figure out what kind of person should be in my chair. It might be good for the company to have someone more qualified than me sitting here; maybe they could fix all the things I’ve been holding together with duct tape, do new and creative things. Or would they get bored and annoyed with all my ugly code, muttering maledictions as they fix everything? Do we want someone who will jump in and want to learn stuff, or someone who already knows it?

Why does it matter to me? It does; I want to see what I have done sustained, maybe improved. I want what work I’ve done to be appreciated and provide at least a good foundation to build on. But it’s not going to be my problem anymore; if they wind up with someone not as good (how?) it won’t have any consequences for me.

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