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on leaving
moody cow
seperis
Last day at work was--well, like any day. I was taken out to lunch by a few coworkers, and I got death by chocolate and hershey's hugsand cookies, and I sang Johnny Cash's Hurt to symbolize my pain at parting. I was asked to get something perkier on before soemthing unfortunate happened to my vocal cords. I dumped my stuff off my computer and threw away several trees worht of paper that had made up my life. This was more than my job--it's what I loved, and just because I hated the bureaucracy doesn't mean I didn't love what I was able to do for people.

IT was weird. I'd go into my feelings at boring length, but I suppose most of it is that I didn't expect it to hurt like this, and that about suffices. Right now, I'm connecting with Celine Dion in ways that no one should connect with her, like, ever. It's creepy. And I just don't think I'll be able to express myself via spontaneous karaoke.


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*pets you* There's something wonderful about over-the-top-Divas when you're getting in touch with your inner-angst.

Wallow in it.

Leaving something is difficult, especially when you are attached. *big warm hugs* I think New!Job will be a far better experience if you process all of this stuff about Old!Job.

Dude, I sing ALL THE TIME.

change is *hard*. i hope new!job lets you help people and feel like you're doing something worthwhile as much as old!job, along with the big not-sucking-like-an-intergalactic-hoover thing.

Sending hugs your way.
When I left my job of 7 years I felt like someone was ripping out a part of me. It was time for me to move on but it felt like a... divorce or something.

I hope your new job gives you more satisfaction than your old one, just without the beaurocratic bullshit to boot.

Do you mind me asking? What do you do?

Oh shit, Jenn. How did I miss that you were leaving the job? I suspect that's the fault of *my* job, which has become ludicrous in terms of time consumed.

Offers *hugs* and virtual chocolate.


You're reminding me of the demon bar in Angel, with the karaoke.

"At first I was afraid, I was petrified..."

http://www.isabelperez.com/songs/survive2.htm

*hugs* You did important stuff, and you did it well.

Change is always upsetting, even if you *know* it's time. *pets you*

It would be worse if you didn't feel any sadness at leaving -- if you'd spent a chunk of your life at somewhere you hated and were entirely happy to be rid of.

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