The Deed is Done

And my instincts were right on the dot... I knew it would be difficult -- for me and for the guys at the office -- to swallow the fact that I will, indeed, be leaving and moving somewhere else.

The first, and most important, person who learned of this refused to believe me. But when she realized I wasn't kidding, she cried. I couldn't help but be touched. She is actually the one big reason why I decided to hang on for several more months, even when I had already contemplated on leaving. I knew she depended heavily on me for support (moral and everything else) and when I go, she feels her work burden will be more difficult. Much as I hate to leave them, I don't think I can stand being in a work environment where the boss doesn't want to get a grip on the important things yet bothers himself with all flimsy and inconsequential stuff. It is also very demoralizing for him to always be punctuating most of his sentences with expletives. Demeaning...

When word got around that I would be leaving, there were of course questions as to why I decided to leave them behind. that's kinda hard to answer because I really don't want to leave behind a group, which I firmly believe I helped become a unit. Sadly, there are other considerations for staying on in a job.

Yeah, I can't help being teary-eyed because 15 months is 15 months however way you look at it. I knew they all looked up to me for guidance and support and while it pains me to break this bond, I need to breathe and take care of my health.

Of course, there will be adjustments and I'm not even sure I will actually last in this new office but then life is an adventure, with a certain amount of risk. And I truly believe this was the path God had laid out for me. My purpose for being with my office now is to touch the lives of my co-workers. Maybe, I've served it already.