It has been a fall of the improbable. The Cubs won the World Series. Donald Trump won the presidential election. I interviewed for a job and was actually offered the job. You read that correctly. 21 years at my place of work, 14(or so, never can remember the exact date) at my current location and now I am moving on to a new position. It is still with the same organization so it is not a drastic change, but it is my first official move to a new job description and it is a move to a new branch with new people and it is leaving people I have known for a long time.
I remember the day I was told they were moving me to my current branch. At that time I was working 4 days a week in the county jail and one evening a week at a public branch. My branch had been closed for renovation and was just about to reopen. I arrived at work one day and people started asking me about my move. I went to the branch manager’s office to find out what was going on and was told I was being moved to a new branch for my one day out of jail to be a back up in charge person. I was not happy. I wasn’t given a choice, it was a longer drive and, to be honest, I was worried I wouldn’t like it there. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was the best thing that could have happened to me and I went to my new manager and asked if there was any way we could make the move permanent. Over the years I slowly transitioned from jail 4 days a week to jail 2 days a week to jail 0 days a week and this branch being my full time work home. If not for the feeling that is was time to move on career-wise, I would have been perfectly happy to stay there until retirement. The good news is that I am not moving far away. I will still work for the same organization. I will have meetings next door to my old branch so I can visit my friends. I will still see some of those friends on a regular basis outside of work. It will be sad, for me at least not to see them every day, but I’m not losing them as friends. I just hope the kids at the new place like me.I would hate to be the sad boy who sits alone at the lunch table.
Part of me feels like I should be sappy and tell those friends how much I appreciate them and will miss them. Part of me feels like it would be dumb because, as mentioned above, I will still see them regularly. I hope that even if I don’t send them a note(because no way I would do it face to face) they know how important they have been to me.