Used To Be
About two years ago I was let go from a job I held down for
six years. During those six years I picked up a few computer program skills and
had to deal with some pretty whacky and adverse people and I’m not talking
about the clients. It started me out higher than any of my jobs prior and
closed me out higher than I ever made for just entering and maintaining data
along with faxing, filing and scanning.
The actual work was hectic at times but it was the co-workers I found
both interesting yet annoying.
Over the course of
the first year of being unemployed I waxed on about the struggles of trying to
find work and wrote about how a handful of my least favorites met their demise.
There was still a part of me that held some resentment even though I knew that
a downward shift had taken place and that some big changes were surfacing. Even though there was a heaviness and feeling
of doom in the air I really did think I would be the last to go but as time
went on and I heard throughout the two years that more and more were released I
felt okay with not being there anymore.
During the peak when
it was crazy busy, expectations were raised and personalities clashed but I always
felt secure there. Yes, I did moan and groan over the workload being dumped of
the department I worked in and yes I sometimes pulled my hair out at some of the
people I had to work with or learn how to get around them and them around me. There
were times I actually enjoyed going to work, not so much though during the last
eight months of my stay there.
I just recently
contacted someone who still works there and learned there are only four left
and they will be moving to another location. It sadden me even though I pretty much knew that what once was will not
be again. I feel like a seasoned veteran in that area, having to say goodbye or
let go of something that once was. It’s easy to romance the handful of good
times and white out the annoying and frustrating times. I think we all do that.
I am a little sad inside even though I
am relieved that I wasn’t there to watch as the work crew shrunk down to
four. I did make a few visits over the
past year or so connecting with a few that still worked there and I definitely felt
like an outsider there 5 months after leaving. For six years that was my
stomping grounds and regardless of whether I liked it there or not or whether I
can recall names I can pull up some memories.
Everybody with the
exception of three has moved on and at the close of this month it will be like
the company I worked for never existed.
I don’t see any reason to go into that building anymore unless of course
I want to walk around with ghosts of the past.
I have a lot of memories there but that is my past now and for everyone
that worked there I am sure they will be able to pull up some really juicy
story about someone.