Holy Shit

I have about two weeks to go before I leave a job I’ve had for more than six years. I can’t say I loved my salary, workload, or a million other crappy things about it. But I’ve met some of the most influential people in my life there. Not that they were super famous or rich, but they influenced my life for the better. I’ve met five of my closest friends there and it honestly sucks thinking about leaving.

I’m leaving my job for a better opportunity that offers a title I never thought I would have at the age of 30, a salary that rocks, and benefits that are awesome. Plus now that I will be back in the district (rather than crappy Virginia), AP can once again be on my insurance and I don’t have to call her my “friend” on all of my beneficiary forms.

However, I know there are a few things that have to change (other than the job itself). For instance, there will be no more hilarious but inappropriate betting or frank discussions about vaginas or discussions about a co-worker’s need to use one billion squares of toilet paper.

Overall, I’m excited scared. I guess that is pretty normal. I fear having to grow up and act like functioning adult. But I guess the time when I could be immature and inappropriately hilarious at work is over and I was really lucky to ever have had a job that allowed me the latitude to do it in the first place.