BIG ASS BABY
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It�s customary to celebrate when someone is transitioning to a new position or just leaving there current position. My supervisor approached me last week and asked if I wanted a going away party. My response �Hell No!�. Okay, so I didn�t� really say it like that. But I politely told her �No Thank You. I do not need a party with the whole Center, just those that I work closely with.� The thing is, the parties around here SUCK. To many stiff ass people that are way to intelligent and rigid to let lose to have a good time. The jokes told while sitting around the conference table are corny and every one feels obligated to laugh which makes things even more uncomfortable. That is not exactly my idea of fun. So I opted to skip the party. I have not told a lot of people that I was leaving. Just those that I talk to on a regular basis. During this mornings staff meeting, my supervior decided to make the announcement that I was leaving. I had a gut feeling that she would do that and I tried really hard to prepare myself for what I was going to say. It was supposed to go a little something like this: �I just wanted to say, making the decision to leave the Center was one of the hardest decisions that I have had to make in a very long time. I have learned a lot here and could not have asked for a better place to begin my career. I love the project that I am working on and truly enjoy the staff that has helped me grow over the last year. Most importantly I have to thank (insert Supervisors Name here) for taking me under her wing and really mentoring me. I could not have asked for a better leader, supervisor and friend.� Okay, I realize I did not just win an Oscar but that�s what I wanted to say. Instead something like this came out: �I have really enjoyed my time here at the Center............(Pause as tears begin to form)........(still pausing).........(now crying).........I have really (chocking on words and crying) enjoyed working with all of you.� Not quite as dramatic as Halle�s acceptance speech. Shocking nonetheless. I knew I would get a little chocked up on my last day. I didn�t expect to be sitting around the conference room table with about 30 pairs of eyes looking at me and crying. I really hate to be put on the spot. And I hate even more to cry in front of people. Now my hard ass bad girl reputation is thrown out the window. The highlight of my day was not supposed to be crying lilke a big baby. There really is much more that is going on. I get the lucky/unlucky (depends on how you look at it) task of spending two hours in 102 degree weather at the State Fair this afternoon. Normally I would be happy to get two FREE tickets and a parking pass to the fair (excellent job perks, just not today). But I didn�t make it to bed until after 1:30 this morning, I still have to move more stuff from my old apartment and I have to clean the damn place too. My first night living in a new place��all I have to say is��living with a couple is going to be CRAZY. I can already feel myself getting sucked into there sometimes rocky relationship. I�m cool with both parties, but of course me and Stac are much cooler than me and Mr. Boxer. I honestly don�t have time for the drama and will have to make every attempt to stay away from the madness. One last thing, may be of little importance to you, but it�s driving me nuts....I could not find my black satin bra this morning (it�s probably still packed away somewhere at the old apartment pilled in with the clean clothes that happen to be stored in the dirty clothes hamper...I know that�s just a little backward). I was forced to put on the lacy black bra that has been missing in my bra drawer for months (which btw is very pretty) but it�s driving me nuts because I know you can see the lacy pattern through my thin pink sweater set. Little advice to my GIRLfriends....don�t wear lacy bra�s when you are wearing thin tops. It really is not very cute. Learn from my mistakes. |
10:27 a.m. || August 30, 2004 |
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