Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Monday, January 23, 2006
 
I love New York. I really do. If you know me or read this blog even occasionally, you know that I love New York. Part of loving New York is the fact that things always change. A decrepit neighborhood eventually becomes the hip place to live. The classiest establishments can become the seediest joints. Landmarks disappear only to be replaced by national chains devoid of character. The new kid at work becomes the wonder worker of the universe. It happens. Most of us accept it. Here today, gone before the end of today.

So, why am I reacting so negatively to a co-worker of mine moving on? Maybe it's because I know that this is the start of an inevitable wave. It's a fact that once someone moves on voluntarily, it's only a matter of time that others will follow suit. I'm happy for my co-worker. The new position (within the company) suits his schedule perfectly so that he can continue his education and spend time with his daughter. It was only his first day in the new position today but I already hear people talking about moving on to different departments. I'm happy that they are looking for forward movement. I like it when people I know think that way.

Maybe I am just reacting to the fact that we have such a good team and that any loss will be felt. Maybe I am dreading having to train new people for the open positions. I am not sure why all of a sudden I feel this way. It's almost a sense of being left behind. I would call it "being left behind" if I hated what I did. But I don't.

Maybe it's just the first day and I need to allow myself to digest it all. Maybe I am becoming more human. Later.
 
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