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Moving On

This week I was able to give notice at my job. (Insert your own happy dance here) I’ve been there for 3 1/2 years.  I have hundreds of great memories and a handful of wonderful teammates. I’ve learned a lot, had some positive experiences, and gone through some tumultuous times.

It wasn’t all peaches and cream, the first six months were insane with micromanaging, crazy partner relationships, office affairs and paranoia.  I’m still not sure why I stuck it out.  Maybe because I knew it was going to be learning experience and I would be able to meet some pretty incredible people.  And I did.  I was able to interface and hang out with some amazing folks.  I’m glad I became friends with these people; these people that are changing lives everyday.

I worked with an ever-changing group of people, young people, I was always the oldest.  They brought a fun and different perspective to daily tasks and current happenings.  We were working under mostly the same conditions with the same struggles and frustrations. Some of those people were clear favorites, I was not one of those employees.  I can only surmise that I was kept around because I knew my shit. There’s no other way to put it, clearly it wasn’t for the camaraderie.  I have amazing recall – details, names, faces, trivia, et cetera. I can only guess that’s what it was.

I have always had the stance of “I don’t have to be your friend, I work with you”, but if we are friends – great!  Some of my best friends I met at work.  :) The time came that I needed to move on.  The negative started to out-weigh the positive.  There was no value being added to my life, I mean, it was barely paying the bills while I brought in hundreds of thousands of dollars.  The organization had changed, the sparkle was gone.  I knew my time was short lived there.

I don’t know about you but I can’t feel suffocated in anything – work, home, relationships – anything.  I’m the first to jump ship.  Anyhow, I was really excited to give my notice and I’m on to great, new, wonderful things.  I have the pep back in my step and the twinkle in my eye.

So, what I learned? To keep my mouth shut, work with difficult personalities, deal with bitch-ass wives, jealous mistresses, keep my head down, choose the good people, and make a exit. Maybe I’ll write some tips on those topics later. ;)

I see good things happening as I walk away from the darkness.

 

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Wanderlust – DC Version

I’ve been hit with a pretty bad case of Wanderlust.  17 and I have been doing some traveling.  I think I’ve mentioned that we were to go to DC and NY.  It happened.  It was great, most of it.

 

Unfortunately, we were in DC during the government shutdown. That part really sucked.   There were barriers and signs everywhere on the plus side there were less people.  We saw the outside of a lot of things.  Some of the outdoor memorials were only covered by a single barrier, that didn’t stop us.  In fact, it didn’t stop most.

This was 17′s first time on the East Coast, he experienced some decent cold weather, and I think he had a grand time.  Our first night there I was a bit turned around and took us the really long way to see the White House.  I think we went an extra mile or two when it was just blocks.  Oops!  It was nice to have the city to ourselves.

I don’t really enjoy all the politics of DC or even the history.  I know, I know that’s awful of me.  I’ve learned it, I appreciate it but I have no want to keep revisiting it.  I have been to DC and handful of times, so it wasn’t important to me to see anything in particular.  I wanted to make sure 17 saw everything we could, even if it was from the outside.

He was most captivated by the Arlington National Cemetery.  It had rained on and off during our whole time there but the drops managed to stave off for the time we were walking the grounds and then back into DC.  I think we did a 13 mile foot trip that day.

That’s one thing I love about places outside of Los Angeles; things are in walking distance.  I miss being able to walk everywhere.

17 has been bitten by the bug.  On to the next trip!