notice being given...
Happy 30th birthday to my friend Janet if she's out there reading! Congrats on making it to thirty!
While walking around today looking for a shoe store that was pratically at the end of my nose but I was unable to find, I estimated that in the 6 years I've been in the workplace since college, I have now given notice 7 times. That is probably on the higher end of my friends. Of course teaching was a little different since there were still a few months in left in the year when you have to notify the school if you are returning. The 7th, and most recent notice giving, occurred last week. It was probably the best one I've had yet. I've actually gotten quite good at preparing the person I'm talking with for what I'm about to say. This one was the smoothest yet.
I thought I had left behind my job instability after teaching, I guess not. This job ended much like the others. With me leaving for no real reason other than I've grown dissatisfied with what I'm doing. It's definitely time for a change of pace I think. Which begs the question, what is right for me? Sort of having trouble figuring that one out these days... But why do I feel the need to change jobs so often? I really don't know...
At any rate, few words can describe the feeling that you get from giving notice. It's like strapping wings on your shoulders and freeing you up to fly away. The growing burden of IT work hanging over me is gone and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's freedom I feel. Freedom to go try something else, freedom to find another job. Why do I need this freedom I wonder? Maybe I'm just not a good long term employee and after a while I let frustrations build build build till I need to get away before I go nutty on my coworkers. Perhaps I should just have occasional blowouts with my bosses from time to time. Might make things more interesting anyway. Well, nothing of substance to say here, too busy fluttering around in the atmosphere to say anything real... raise a glass to magic number 7...
While walking around today looking for a shoe store that was pratically at the end of my nose but I was unable to find, I estimated that in the 6 years I've been in the workplace since college, I have now given notice 7 times. That is probably on the higher end of my friends. Of course teaching was a little different since there were still a few months in left in the year when you have to notify the school if you are returning. The 7th, and most recent notice giving, occurred last week. It was probably the best one I've had yet. I've actually gotten quite good at preparing the person I'm talking with for what I'm about to say. This one was the smoothest yet.
I thought I had left behind my job instability after teaching, I guess not. This job ended much like the others. With me leaving for no real reason other than I've grown dissatisfied with what I'm doing. It's definitely time for a change of pace I think. Which begs the question, what is right for me? Sort of having trouble figuring that one out these days... But why do I feel the need to change jobs so often? I really don't know...
At any rate, few words can describe the feeling that you get from giving notice. It's like strapping wings on your shoulders and freeing you up to fly away. The growing burden of IT work hanging over me is gone and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's freedom I feel. Freedom to go try something else, freedom to find another job. Why do I need this freedom I wonder? Maybe I'm just not a good long term employee and after a while I let frustrations build build build till I need to get away before I go nutty on my coworkers. Perhaps I should just have occasional blowouts with my bosses from time to time. Might make things more interesting anyway. Well, nothing of substance to say here, too busy fluttering around in the atmosphere to say anything real... raise a glass to magic number 7...
posted by Andy at 3:01 PM
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