One more


Tomorrow is my last day at my current job. It feels a bit unreal. I feel like I will get up on Monday morning and get ready for this job instead of the new one.

I think it is like that though because people seem to have forgotten that I’m going. There has been no active handover and people are treating me the same which makes me scared for them next week, and the week after and so on. Not so scared that I am willing to stick around though 🙂

The funny thing is as I look around the office that will never be mine again the thing that makes me sad is the idea of de-personalising my desk. Of making it into the new person’s desk. I don’t have a lot but I have it arranged in a certain way which will no longer happen. My computer will no longer have my desktop and Google Chrome probably won’t be used anymore.

I am happy though. I need to get out of that environment. Unfortunately, I’m not the type of person who will idly stand by when a restructure happens and people lose their jobs and get their hours cut back. I’m not happy to see people, friends, be made to leave knowing that my job is secure. I am also not happy to take on their jobs and be paid the same amount of money.

Hopefully the future holds more for me. I’m hoping this job will have good career progression and I am never bored. I know this is hard and is unlikely but also highly possible. Who knows! I’m a bit scared!


4 responses to “One more”

  1. Good luck with your new job. I know how it felt when I left my last job. I didn’t know how they were going to survive without me. But they seemed to do okay.

  2. Good luck at your new job! I’m sure that things will go smoothly.

    The job market is kind of unfair these days. But everyone will hang in there. Just be glad with what you’ve got and hope for the best for everyone else.

  3. It’s always a bit difficult leaving something (or seeing someone or something leave, for that matter), but usually it’s all for the best. I hope you’ll be lots more satisfied with your new job. Good luck!

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