This is a very strange time for me. When you work for the same company from your 20's all the way into your 50's, chances are you aren't the type to pick up and go somewhere else. And really? I never thought I would. Sometimes there comes a time when it is more difficult to stay than to leave, although that doesn't stop it from being a very sad occasion for me. Work has been a home of sorts for me for many years. My kids were toddlers when I started there! And I really wish I didn't need to go.
I'm a good worker, I've always considered myself a "worker bee". Someone who has never been interested in climbing some ladder and who would wear garlic around my neck to guard against going into management. NOT interested. I wanted to learn my job, to grow and to move up within that framework, and be the best that I could be at it. As long as I could support myself and be comfortable, life would be good. But sometimes a company cannot leave well enough alone. It makes me incredibly sad.
Next week for 5 days I will not be working at my current or my new job. It will be the first time in 25 years that I will not - technically - be working. How weird is that? Very, to me.
Oh and by the way? Don't think I'm not terrified. Yep. Scared to death.
At this point it is all about putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward. I'm putting on my big girl panties people, it's really about time.