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Northbrook Metropolitan College, Littlehampton Road, Goring-By-Sea, Worthing, West Sussex, BN12 6NU.
Tel 0845 155 60 60
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
The Beginning of the End, or the End of the End
Yesterday was my last day at work.
I wandered around saying bye to folks, not sure if my goodbyes were going to get lost in the flurry of farewells as hundreds of years of journalism experience left the newspaper in one day.
I'd like to think I made a positive impact on my co-workers. I'd like to think I can take lessons I've learned here and apply them to new jobs.
There's still so much to do, I feel like I haven't had time to grieve, as silly as that sounds.
My friends all seem really upset by the people leaving, but I'm merely puzzled by that. I guess I liken it to being somewhat of a sociopath. I see that people are upset, but I just can't empathize, not yet at least.
My husband says, "Imagine it like this: You were in a job you hated and made your life miserable 8 hours a day. Imagine that you were staying. And then you realized that not only was it going to get worse, but that people who made it pleasant were leaving."
One friend says it won't hit me until I'm back home and something happens that I want to share with one of my Best Westers.
I don't know. I think I'm holding it together pretty well.
My husband says my massive headaches and gnawed-on thumbs beg to differ.
I wandered around saying bye to folks, not sure if my goodbyes were going to get lost in the flurry of farewells as hundreds of years of journalism experience left the newspaper in one day.
I'd like to think I made a positive impact on my co-workers. I'd like to think I can take lessons I've learned here and apply them to new jobs.
There's still so much to do, I feel like I haven't had time to grieve, as silly as that sounds.
My friends all seem really upset by the people leaving, but I'm merely puzzled by that. I guess I liken it to being somewhat of a sociopath. I see that people are upset, but I just can't empathize, not yet at least.
My husband says, "Imagine it like this: You were in a job you hated and made your life miserable 8 hours a day. Imagine that you were staying. And then you realized that not only was it going to get worse, but that people who made it pleasant were leaving."
One friend says it won't hit me until I'm back home and something happens that I want to share with one of my Best Westers.
I don't know. I think I'm holding it together pretty well.
My husband says my massive headaches and gnawed-on thumbs beg to differ.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Why DO I care?
A co-worker who's escaping the office in the same buyout I am taking is determined to leave without a shred of sick time left to him.
After all, we don't get to cash it out, and even if they think we're faking, what are the bosses going to do about it?
My co-worker summed up his argument: "Who are you trying to impress?"
I don't know. I mean, not only am I leaving the company, I've been so soured by my experience here, that I'm completely leaving the business.
While the business I'm currently in is rather incestuous (you'll generally find yourself working with the same people over and over, or working with people who've worked with people you knew or went to school with), I'm doubting there will be any crossover with my new job.
And I can't imagine wanting to work for most of the people I currently work for.
So why DO I care what these people think?
Why shouldn't I slack off a little? My previous reward for hard work has been more mind-numbing work that my boss takes credit for. Any projects I care about get devalued to the point where another boss taunts me for spending time on them.
Maybe I should blame my Midwestern work ethic.
Even when I'm leaving a list of stuff for my husband to do during the day, I promise, "I'll do my share when I get home," not content to realize that, well, my share of work for the couple involves earning money to pay the rent.
Maybe I could blame my parents.
In 40 years of teaching, my mom hardly ever took days off, even when she broke a leg. My dad returned to work two months after a life-threatening heart attack.
Damn my work ethic.
After all, we don't get to cash it out, and even if they think we're faking, what are the bosses going to do about it?
My co-worker summed up his argument: "Who are you trying to impress?"
I don't know. I mean, not only am I leaving the company, I've been so soured by my experience here, that I'm completely leaving the business.
While the business I'm currently in is rather incestuous (you'll generally find yourself working with the same people over and over, or working with people who've worked with people you knew or went to school with), I'm doubting there will be any crossover with my new job.
And I can't imagine wanting to work for most of the people I currently work for.
So why DO I care what these people think?
Why shouldn't I slack off a little? My previous reward for hard work has been more mind-numbing work that my boss takes credit for. Any projects I care about get devalued to the point where another boss taunts me for spending time on them.
Maybe I should blame my Midwestern work ethic.
Even when I'm leaving a list of stuff for my husband to do during the day, I promise, "I'll do my share when I get home," not content to realize that, well, my share of work for the couple involves earning money to pay the rent.
Maybe I could blame my parents.
In 40 years of teaching, my mom hardly ever took days off, even when she broke a leg. My dad returned to work two months after a life-threatening heart attack.
Damn my work ethic.
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