In Good Company...
I guess it's only natural towards the end to think of what kind of exits we make. About how many lives we've touched, what kind of differences we've done or feats we've accomplished. It's all so self gratifying really, but maybe in the fog of corporate abyss it becomes your one moment of glory. To see that look of appreciation, respect and maybe a little beneath the surface sadness in the eyes of your colleagues that says "Thank you." (Then again it could be that tip off towards self-destruction and deppression going by completely unnoticed which makes the leave oh so much more easier when it's fueled by disappointment and anger. hehehe.)

I got a little something today that emphatically justifies me having stayed 3 years here. And it wasn't the red carpet or the grand spotlight or even a round of applause that I didn't get. None of that at all. More of a natural sun light, limited seating, donut shop, breakfast kind of thing with a bunch of wonderful people who've reminded me of why I've camped out here as long I have. It's the Good company. I stayed because of the good company. And thats something they don't put on your contract with the digits and the benefits and the incentives. It's a random factor of life that just is. And as luck would have it I struck gold here (and diamonds, and rubies and sapphires...). And I have my logical reasons for leaving too, but as I sit here counting the moments in between saying goodbye and hello I can only hope my luck for striking gold is still with me. And maybe, maybe it'll all have been worth it.

And so to all the people of Itouchpoint who've touched my life, made differences in me, and shared feats of accomplishments (and defeats) I appreciatively, respectfully and with alot beneath the surface sadness (and joy) in my eyes would like to say...Thank you.

The Last of the SUAVES...

I guess in the back of my head I've always wondered. Professionally, if there was life outside of Itouchpoint. (Which of course there is, but most times it just doesn't seem that way.) Was there another place out there for me? And as much as I've tried to convinced myself I would see this through the end, in the end of it all I gave in. And now I'm moving on to that oh so scary place of uncertainty. Venturing into the dim and twisted world they call the "call center". (Sigh. Again.) Leaving my comfort zone. I'm getting a new job. (Look out world! Please don't step on me.)