Today was my last day at HQ. What does that mean? Well, I finally got a desk of my own. And a phone of my own. And a drawer. And I’m walking away from all that glamour to work for a start-up.
I didn’t expect any fanfare…that is for certain. I actually got what I expected…we need you to write down what you do on a daily basis. And we need you to teach this person about this and this person about that. I never expected that I wouldn’t see one of my bosses. Again. I’d like to say that I’m really sad, but I’m not.
I started receiving emails from my new job today. I got more emails from them today than I received from any coworker in a long time. It looks like I’m going to have two work emails as well as my two personal emails. Tomorrow they’ll get set up.
Last night I journalled for the first time in a long time. Actually picked up a pen and wrote in my journal. (insert gasp here) I find it amusing–or frustrating and aggravating–that today I found myself challenged on the subject of my writing. Isn’t that the way it always is? I mean…what are the changes of me seeing something that challenges everything that I wrote? I immediately emotionally reacted. Then I took a step back and realized that I was assaulted by my own issues.
Deneen White 