So after weeks of excitement and energy and general giddiness that I was leaving my job, and especially after finding one and giving formal notice, I showed up on my last day, packed up my stuff, sent out my farewell email and left with a profound sense of sadness. It wasn’t the job, it was more like I was no longer part of the club. I am now an outsider. I no longer have anyone to bitch about my job to and even if I did, it is no longer my job. It is no longer my company. The place and people that had been such an integral part of my life for 14 years is no longer mine. I was anchorless and alone.
I woke up much the same this morning. Several times throughout the day I checked my email, hoping almost that there was some crisis that only I could solve, but there wasn’t. Intellectually, I accept my own insignificance, the sun will still rise and the work will go on. But it’s a bit tough to actually live through.
Tuesday will be a whole new beginning. I can’t wait.
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