Today I move the last of my stuff out of the architectural office. It's good to leave something good and move on to something better. Or, at least, different. It's just that it's hard to remember that, when your stupid mammalian brain is thinking, but wait, it's great here. Where are you taking me? What if Sun's office isn't any fun at all? They won't have Friday Treats. Or Pivot bread. Or bagels or pastries left over from morning client meetings. Hmm. There'll be no Joe, popping his head around corners and making goo-goo eyes at me. Scott won't be there to say, "What's up Judy D.?" I won't be able to talk about sociology and science with Keith T. (I still haven't read the Elegant Universe.) or commisserate with Janie about men. And there definitely won't be any 23-year-old structural engineers to flirt with. (Frankly, these occur fairly rarely in nature.)
But there will be free rent, and easy access to Sun's intranet. And a steady paycheck and training and new skills and a budget. Job responsibility and benefits and a career path (ostensibly). These are all good things. And if I miss the folks at Huntsman too much, I can always go back and visit. Plan lunches. Attend treats. Set up drinking engagements. And if that's not enough, I can always move back in and pay for it myself. I mean, there's more than one way to skin a cat.
The bottom line is, I will be missed, and I will miss not being there. But, you gotta be somewhere. And Sun is a pretty good place. Maybe I'll go hang out with Jonathan Schwartz, or Kathy and Angie and Ed. Or, meet new folks who will brighten my days.
You just never know.
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