And So It Is Done

My co-worker is gone. I disagree with celebrating the hardships of others, but I'm hoping that is not the case in this instance. They are moving on, and it sounds as if their plans will make them happier than they are here.

But I have to celebrate for myself. This is going to represent a huge change for me. When I came to this place, I came from an utter hell-hole. Every co-worker I had there was the best of the best (I was one of the people who got to pick them, after all.) But the management was disastrous. Every day was torture. Every day I woke up and wondered if I'd done the wrong thing by breathing all the way through the night. And then I got out. And I came here.

And here is better. The management is amazingly astute. The place is amazingly well-run. And with one notable exception, my co-workers have been top-notch. But that one exception has truly been a fly in the ointment. I haven't gone through the same self-doubt I did at my previous job, but I have wished that I didn't have to work with them. I have groaned when looking at the roster and seeing our names down on the same job. I have gritted my teeth and kept them together rather than tell them my honest opinion. It has tarnished what has otherwise been a wonderful change for me.

And now they're gone. All my co-workers are top-notch. The management is still amazingly astute. The job is still incredibly interesting and fun! And when I wake up in the morning there will be no regrets at all.

A time to celebrate. It is finished.

-- Pencil