The One Where The Wife Resigns

If you asked me about my job 10 months ago, I would have told you I love what I do, I'm excited for the change and really ready to see what this new company had to offer.  I would have meant what I said with all of my heart.  It was true.  Then. 

15 of my 18 years with my company, I had done that job and I loved it.  The carving out of my department for sale wasn't ideal but, I had two choices, go somewhere else or go with the sale, I chose the sale.

New company was ok. A little slow starting but, no real complaints.  As more time passed, my gut, my instincts kept telling me it wasn't going to last.  They wouldn't remain in this location.  They'd pull out after their lease was up.  I always planned to stay.  I joked I'd be the last one out, the one shutting off the lights.  I never in a million years thought I would apply for another job, go to an interview - my first in almost 19 years!  I never thought I'd get a call offering me the position.  Offering me the first job I had applied for in almost TWO decades but, I did!

I resigned from New Company the next morning. 41 years old and I had never resigned from a job. 

A whirlwind of paperwork, emails flying back and forth, a drug test (laugh it up those of you who know how truly vanilla I am!), saying goodbye and leaving all of my responsibility behind was absolutely foreign to me and I was nervous!

I did it. I started over.   

As it turns out, my gut was right, the second day of my new job back with Old Company, New Company announced they were closing this location and after December they'd be gone.  I guess I won't be the one to shut the lights off after all.  I'm sad for the friends I left behind though I'm curious who will be the one turn out the lights and thankful it won't be me!

Here's to the next chapter!