I have a good chunk of my life dedicated to work. In retrospect, I see that I come from families (both side) where your work defines you to a greater degree.
I was reading a post from another area of the Internet and I was stunned by my own feelings towards the matter. He just lost his job (layoff). He was saying that it was finally sinking in that he was leaving and that he wasn't coming back. All the other pressures were there, heavy and getting heavier.
I recall one such moment. It wasn't a layoff per se. I was leaving my job for another. The company wasn't doing well and there were all sorts of warning signs that a massive shakedown was going to occur. I was the last of a dwindling division, mostly due to the fact that I had sold myself to a client so well that they kept me on retainer and onsite for 9 months.
It was my last day at a desk I didn't know, with people I didn't know very well. It was entirely too depressing. I had helped the company kick start a satellite office where I helped bolster from a single man operation to something close to 20 people. This was before the buyout, which led to the slow demise of my “department”. I had had a great 3 years with them. It had been a lot of work, great people and good times.
They had left, one by one. I was the last. There was one or two left that came from other department, but with me being the senior tech, I knew that it wouldn’t survive the quarter under the new regime.
As I was reading his post, it reminded me of my not so great moment leaving a job I had spent a good chunk of my life and knowing there was no going back to it, either way.
Have you had a similar moment?



