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And Then Shit Got Serious….

Today is  my last day in the office. I start my new gig on Monday. Bosshole waved as he walked out yesterday – goodbye or good luck. Not even a bat of the eye, honestly. There wasn’t much fanfare for someone who worked with me for 13 years. But as a bonus, he did forget something at work and texted me to please bring it to him after my shift ended.

Spoiler alert: I didn’t.

But on to bigger news. I am on my way to being an adult, leaving my job of 13 years and starting a new one.

Know how I know? I just cleaned all my juiceboxes out of the work fridge and shoved them in  my bag. Adulthood, here I come.

…but I can bring a juicebox, right?

Deuces!

So, this morning I resigned from my job. It went better than anticipated. I suppose it helps when it feels like your Bosshole, if able, would do backflips when you told him. Boss’ boss was sad and not at all mean, which helps, too. The best part of it all is the responses from the people around me. My day, at work, has been filled with fist bumps and high fives. People are happy for me. My friends and family are even better.

Here are a few responses from an email to a group of friends:

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And then there’s this one, from my group chat with SnarkSibling and SnarkyMom. I love that my mother had to tell me she and my dead father are proud of me. And that she had to use all caps to express her joy.
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And then we have jokes for days Jester, who thinks he’s hilarious. Okay, fine. He is.

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Fellow co-worker, affectionately (or actually annoyingly) called “work boyfriend” by fellow coworkers sent me this one:

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And then the ever present and wonderful Bestie. image

I have been sad to say goodbye to sharing an office with New Girl, Seamstress, and Blondie. They are the perk that makes coming to work enjoyable. But don’t worry, New Girl left me with another little nugget of wisdom.

NG: I’m sad to see you go.
Me: Me too!
NG: We will have to stay in touch.
Me: Definitely, I will miss–
NG: That way you can hire me at your new place if you really like it, because it sounds like my dream job.
Me: Right. Yes.

You know you’re making a good decision when your friends, family, and co-workers are happy for you. And when your Bosshole doesn’t even blink an eye when you tell him. He had silent joy though. Trust me. Heh.

Work Woahs.

I usually write about my work woes. But instead I will call this one a work woah. I am cleaning out my desk, as I’m the last person in my office tonight.

I took the other job offer. I will start on the 9th. So I am telling work on this coming Monday. That gives them a week notice. They usually escort you off the property immediately. So I feel like a week is good. And I feel like I’m as nervous as I was on my last first date. Maybe worse. I’ve been here 13 years. I’ve turned a bevy of milestones here. I turned 21, I got lower car insurance when I turned 25, I had to get insurance here for the first time and not be on my parents’ policies for health insurance, I turned 30 here. I lost my Dad (well we know where he is, but he died) while I was here. I graduated from college while I was here. I got  promoted here. I got my own first office here. I got my first company car here. I mean the firsts go on and on.

This means leaving here is a huge WOAH.

I’ve been waiting for something better. I’ve been preparing for this moment for at least 12 of the last 13 years. My new job is killer. I should be excited. Instead, I feel nauseous. I’m not prepared to be the outsider. I’ll miss some of the people here more than I should.

But mostly – I’m concerned that every day interactions with New Girl will now cease. And what will I write about?

Getting Hired Tips – From New Girl

This is going to surprise you, but this actually makes sense. And it’s from New Girl.

She worked with an International Staffing place before she worked for us. So she has some good insight into interviews, and some good questions. Bosshole is looking to hire some people for other positions and she chimes in.

New Girl: You should ask someone what kitchen appliance they would be and why.
Bosshole: What? Why? No.
Me: CAN OPENER.
New Girl: Why?
Me: Because, they do something no other kitchen utensil can do. They make a hard job much easier.
New girl: Oh. Good one.
Seamstress: Microwave, so I can blow things up.
Me: This actually makes sense. I like this. I hate cliche interview questions, usually.
Seamstress: If someone answers something slutty, then you don’t hire them.
Me: What’s slutty in a kitchen?
New Girl: If someone says that they’re like a trash can, they’re full of shit. Get it?

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Ah, New Girl. You were on such a roll.

So, my question to you is – what kitchen appliance would you be and why?