The signed offer and NDA went back to Yodle at 1:29 in the afternoon.
I told my new manager the paperwork was complete and that I was putting in my notice at Beatport that day. “I’m excited to come onboard and help do my part,” I wrote.
The offer had arrived the previous morning with a subject line that did not require much interpretation: “Welcome to Yodle!” I forwarded it to my family with two words of my own.
“Whatcha think?”
Now I needed a resignation letter.
My first draft said I had accepted a lead technical position with a growing web advertising company. The role offered room to grow and benefits that could help me finish school. My planned last day at Beatport was August 6.
The middle of the letter was the part I cared about. Working at Beatport had been my passion and pride for almost three years. The company gave me a much larger technical problem than the one I joined to solve, and it let me grow from network administrator into the person leading the technology operation.
I wrote that the experience had earned “a special place in my mind and heart.” That sounds formal now, but it was honest. Leaving was not a clean career transaction. I loved the company. I was also ready to move.
New York had been pulling at me for most of the year. Yodle gave the move a job, a start date, health insurance, and a way to finish the degree I had left hanging. It was not a jackpot. It was a win and a step in the right direction.
There were still conversations happening at Beatport after the offer was signed. My new manager knew I was “hashing some things out.” I promised an update before his day ended.
The hard part was no longer getting an offer. It was saying out loud that I was leaving.
I sent the paperwork first. Then I worked on the letter.