Life sure flips you upside down and drags you up paths to decisions you may not want to take.
My job life has been just like that. I had to make a choice, a really big one and after 19 years in one job, I’m moving on.
I feel excited, anxious and nervous about this choice. Making my mind up did remove a big weight from my chest, but still I have to wonder if I’m making the right move. I guess I’ll find out.
After 19 years in one building, I feel as much a part of the furniture as I could. I’ve laughed, cried and roared with anger in that place. I’ve seen others come and go, friend and foe. Will I miss it? The stress I won’t. The being used and abused, I won’t. Some of the people I might.
I’ve said this before, but announcing my decision, really brought home how little all my hard work and effort had meant to my barely above minimum wage job. I really was only a number. Expendable. Worth little more than an extra body getting the job done, that someone else could do, though probably with less heart and soul than I did.
I know that I’m not the only one in the company experiencing this transition and deciding to take the money and run. In fact, I think the company are a little shocked and scared at how many they will lose. I don’t think their master plan to cut us all back onto fewer hours worked out as great as they’d expected. How the mighty have fallen.
I wish all of those colleagues, who may not read this, all the best of luck for their future. I think we have made the right choice, and unchained the corporate noose from our necks. May we all move on to bigger, brighter and better things.