|What about me???|
You know that feeling from your younger days when you broke up with a boyfriend and there was the relief but also the regret? Well that's a bit what leaving my job has been like. The kicker is that it feels like my metaphoric boyfriend has replaced me already!
I put in my resignation less than a fortnight ago and the practice manager asked me not to tell my boss yet because he was going away for two weeks and she didn't want him coming up with the great idea that when he returned he could put his latest lady love into my job.
Not a problem - one less thing to deal with and who knows, maybe there'd be some sort of job share offered or a gradual walk out the door while they looked for another person to fill my spot.....after eight years of my loyal and faithful service. Well, that wasn't the case at all! Our main office is an hour or so drive away but within days she was down here - I thought she'd come to discuss my exit plan.... but no, she was down to interview someone for my job!
I totally understand that she needed to get the wheels moving and have it all in place but I just didn't realize how completely replaceable I was! I was hoping for a little sadness and "oh what are we going to do without you??!" and instead it's "see you later - don't forget to drop your uniform off before you go." I must admit that they are taking me out for a lovely lunch and she is apologetic about the need to fill my office chair so quickly, but man! I feel a bit miffed about it all!
So next week is my last couple of days on the job, along with my see-you-later-don't forget to leave your key when you go-lunch and then I close the door on eight or so years of my life. It's a little surreal at the time being and it kind of makes me wonder what the future holds. Time will tell and I'm still not sorry I pulled the plug - just a little bemused about the new metaphoric girlfriend who's taken my place. It must happen fairly often in jobs and in relationships because I found out there is actually a term for how I'm feeling: