Happy Transition

LAST DAY OF OLD JOB

- broke the dress code: I wore one of the classiest pairs of pants I own, but they're not ankle length, and thus, a major VIOLATION - I know, I'm such a rebel. Upper Management = Useless Meddlers

- FREEDOM: I thought I'd be, at least, a little sad leaving the old job, but I started to get giddy as I locked up and I may have yelled: "FREEEEDOM!" numerous times, out the window on the drive home.

FIRST DAY OF NEW JOB

- Less like prison, more like work: everyone is so friendly, I'll definitely be using more of my brain and, believe it or not, my degree!! What a pleasant surprise! I'm not locked in a cave for 8+ hours either - SUNLIGHT & WINDOWS.

- First week = Done: I'm actually treated like an adult, I get to manage my own hours, my office mate reminds me of a lot of my best friends, due to the proximity to my house I'm often HOME FOR JEOPARDY!

This is good, this is SO good.

Conscience

I'm having trouble letting things go at my job on my last week. I keep thinking: "What's the best thing for this particular issue for the future?" or "What should I do with this so that it's taken care of the next time?" and then I try to remind myself: "NOT MY PROBLEM!" but I just can't let go.

I find myself wishing that the interim person I'm training would go do something else for a bit so I can get "my work" done - what is wrong with me? It's my last week, I'm covering for my co-worker as a final favor (this week's vacation may be the last vacation she takes...forever) and part of me thinks they should just be happy I show up, period.

I should be taking long lunches, calling friends & family, napping, painting my toenails! Instead I'm postponing my lunch, following up on phone calls, organizing, and updating the training manual (<-- which is a Labor of Love, let me tell you!).

The bitch of having a conscience = even if you have delinquent ideas, you can't convince yourself to go through with 'em.