Life has a funny habit of springing surprises on you.
I think back ten months to last June and I remember how settled everything felt. I was working in the same place I’d been working in for eleven years, working on the same job I’d been working on for eight years and working with the same group of people I’d been working with for six years. There didn’t seem to be anything new on the horizon, everything seemed like it would remain the same for another year. Indeed, despite my January resolution to be in a better situation at the end of the year than I was at the start, I looked on course to be worse off if anything.
From my viewpoint, everything seemed to start going tits-up* around the end of June. My friend Chris, who had been my wingman for the better part of five years, announced he had gotten promotion and was going to be moving to a new office. Now, being a man I did not do anything so unmanly as shed a tear, but when he eventually departed it did feel like my left arm** had been cut off. Another of my colleagues left around the same time, a further colleague with whom I had worked for the last eight years retired at the end of December and now, this Friday another of my close friends is going to be departing for fairer shores. Finally, to round it all off my team got moved to a new section, they’re all really nice people up there, but I was sorry to leave behind my old section as we were made to feel unbelievably welcome there.
Now you’re probably thinking something along the lines of how that’s a lot of change for one year.*** Well yes it is, but I’m not done. As anyone who has been reading this humble blog will know I applied for a new job recently, well I got the new job. So, finally it’s my time to move to something new and that was essentially what caused me to write this post.
It’s a bit of a corny and overused cliché oftentimes, but for me this is the end of an era. Not all my friends have gone from my current team and I will be sorry to leave those behind who are still there. When you work with the same group of people for so long you get used to their foibles, come to appreciate the peculiarities**** of your workmates. I spent upwards of eight hours a day with some of these fine people and it is going to be hard to leave them, that’s going to be one of the biggest challenges I’ve ever faced in there.
Change, it’s never easy, but it’s not always bad either. For me this has come at the right time in my life, I have so many things I want to do and for that I need to be closer to home, as well as have more money available to me. This accomplishes both of those things.
All I need to do now is make it through the next few weeks without breaking my cool manly exterior.
**I’m left handed, my right arm would have been easier to lose, metaphorically speaking of course.
***You’re probably not actually thinking that, but for the purposes of my blog you are, so shut up and think it!
****They are incredibly peculiar sometimes. Not like me, I’m perfectly normal.