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05.05.98.2  The week at work has been full of activities gearing towards relinquishing responsibilities over to coworkers.

It is sort of nice in a way; a cleansing.  In another way, it is sort of saddening.  I do not mean to sound sentimental, but after spending seven and a half years somewhere, events such as this just feels a little odd.

The other thing I am noticing is that I am not being included in staff activities as much anymore.  Well, we are…or, I should say, they are, involved in future planning of a new software version, and gathering people’s input.  And, since I am not going to be present for the development activities, I do not have input.  Less work for me, but I still am left with the feeling of not being able to play in any reindeer games.

The information of my departure spread like wildfire since a few people heard that I was leaving.  It also spread all over to our sister groups over in Los Angeles.  I have been receiving emails and phone messages.  Gosh, I do suddenly feel so important and know I will be missed.  And, I will greatly miss them too.

As I look around my area, I notice all the stuff I will say goodbye to.  Number one is the people.  Number two is the culture.  Number three is…  the list can continue.  I have to admit that what it boils down to is that I feel safe here.  I feel very safe.  This place has really taken care of me ever since I graduated college; almost carried me to a sense.  I feel comfortable here.  It is more comfortable to stay rather than to leave, venturing out trying something new.

The feelings are similar to that of leaving my first job that I ever had.  Flashback <zoom> <zoom> I used to work as a “go-for” boy for a print shop down in West Village of Manhattan.  It was a summer job.  I remember getting paid off the books three bucks an hour.  I thought I was the hottest teenager around.  When the summer was over and it came time to leave, it was a little saddening. </zoom> </zoom>

My new job -- I am nervous about my new job.  I think about the work culture and people.  I know it will be different.  I will also be perceived differently too.  I wonder how will they treat me.  I believe the role I will be playing is one less of corporate politics.  My position will be task-driven.  I will be there to deliver a product and nothing more is expected of me.  There will be no career growth within the client’s corporation.  And, that is very attractive to me at this point.  Ah, the life of a consultant. <smile>

Well, I have to get some boxes and start packing.  My last day is Thurday.  There is a lunch planned for me, and I at noon, I will no longer be known as a Xerox employee.  I will be technically be unemployed for a three-day weekend. <bigger smile>

 
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