Today is my last day at the job I’ve had for the last 14 years. I start The Job Of My Dreams Monday, where I will be paid what I’m worth (a delightful change), I’ve been bored and stagnant here – in every possible way, this is an excellent thing.
But unappreciated and unchallenged as I am here, I’ve been here 14 years, and I work with a lot of really excellent people. My going away party was after work last night, and that was fun – just about everyone from my dept. was there, plus a sprinkling of other people from other depts., and we laughed and chatted and reminisced – and they got me an excellent present (a whole slew of movie musicals – I just got a DVD player a few months ago [thanks again, astro]), and it was all very pleasant. And I wasn’t sad at all.
This morning, I came in and found a miniature rose from “the kids” (four editors whom I trained and continue to supervise), with a card with a really nice message from each of them and a $50 B&N gift card.
And I did, in fact, mutter “not gonna cry not gonna cry not gonna cry” as I went around and thanked each of them with a hug.
Ah, shit – the freelance data entry person just came by to say goodbye, happy trails – she got me a tiny little teddy bear wearing a green apron with teeny little pocket in the shape a plant pot, and a flower stem coming out of it, that says “Gone to Pot” … It’s so cuuuuuuuute…
Fourteen years is a long time, even if the new job is much better - there are still people and connections where you are and have been. You’ll be okay :). If you do cry, at least they are tears of sadness, not of upset. hug You’ll be just fine. And remember, SDMB goes with you! Whee!
I hate being forced to live in the moment–I dont’ mind anticipation or reminiscences, but to actually have to say goodbye to folks—I would already be crying!
Sleep in tomorrow and do something extra nice for yourself.
There is no crying in job seaching (and finding), twicks .
Off with the waterworks. Do what we men do and wrap the crying up in saran wrap and bury it down into the pit of your stomach. It’ll fester there and come out a nice, shiny diamond!
…isn’t that a better “new job” present?
(by the way, I’m starting a verbal war with you. Go read gabriela’s thread)
I’m usually pretty stoic, so we’ll see how this goes.
I’m gonna start closing and deleting all my links from this machine now, so catch y’all on the flip side. (Did I mention I’ll be a lot less bored in my new job, and thus spending a fuck of a lot less time here during the workweek?)
Beg pardon! beg beg beg beg beg OK, put in the dev’s to-do list: make posts editable, make it possible to delete your own posts, put a line for gender in the proflie so if people want to they can mark it so people with lousy memories like me don’t need to use their burned-up RAM…
You know, it’s also my last day at the job but in my case no tears. I’ve had others where I hated leaving - this one, I can’t wait to be back home!
Congrats on the new job! YAY!