Saying Goodbye to a Family

They say that the Universe puts you into situations in the hopes that you might to understand something, so it helps to see every stage in your life as a learning experience. Before I worked for this company, I don't think that I really understood what went on in the machines that ran the world. It's too easy to characterise corporations by their deeds without considering the people just trying to make a living behind them. Capitalism is fucked up, and more than anything else, it means that good people everywhere are responsible for things I spend my life fighting against.

Goodbyes are hard for me. I pretend like it's no big deal, but the fact is that I've become emotionally attached to everyone in that office and the thought that I won't be able to chat up Jeannie on my breaks, or go to lunch with Colin, or get chair-humped by Charlie anymore is a terrible one to consider. The office became a sort of family to me -- the result, I suppose of the small-company atmosphere. Jacky was like the house Elder, Sephron the doting mom, Markus the clown, and so on. My job had become more than just a means to pay the bills, but rather a second home, a second family. I'm sorry to leave, but if I had stayed, I couldn't have been me anymore. I'll miss them all.