You know that feeling where you get back from vacation and it's kind of a bummer because you have to go to work? I'm having that feeling now, only because I'm not going back to work.
The unusual feeling I suppose is because I spent four years doing stuff with the same people, and now I don't. I gotta admit, that's new territory for me. But it does reinforce what I've known for a long time, that in the long run you probably won't remember the work, but you will absolutely remember the people.
I imagine that's why I was slow to start applying to new jobs. I wasn't in a hurry to go back to work with different people. Certainly I will find situations like this again, and will meet more excellent people. But I seem to be mourning the loss a bit more than I previously have from other departures, willing or not.
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