I walked away, I left the building for the last time, and it was surprisingly harder than I thought it would be.
It's about leaving the comfort zone.
They didn't want me to go. It's really a shame they didn't start expressing that before I gave my notice.
It feels a little like missing the last stair. I've got a future here, management loves me, I've got "easy and rewarding career path" written all over my employee profile, and I'm leaving.
It's weird. I hated it there. But right now, because I know I won't have to ever deal with those things I hated again, I can't remember what they were - which leaves me with the good people who want me to stay.
Like missing a step.
-tgme
2 comments:
You know how you can remember what you hated?
Reading past blog entries.
This site has been a virtual monument to Tom's Hatred of His Job and Those Around Him.
hm. I totally didn't feel that way when I left my last job. Not at all.
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