So despite what the title might imply, this is not my last post on this blog. If my math is correct, I still have 355 more posts to go. Wednesday was my last shift at my job. So with that, I say a fond farewell to the place I called my employer for the last three years.
I've had people ask me why I'm so bothered by it closing down. The fact of the matter is I didn't like the job that much. This is true. And my boss was sort of like Michael Scott, but with severe bouts of male PMS. So how could I say I was sad about the whole place going under? Well first off there's the money thing. Yes, I know that life is more than a paycheck. If I've learned anything from this experience, it's that. Secondly, I spent more time working there than I did with my wife, so my co-workers were essentially a second family. Some of whom I actually liked as people. We weren't as tight as my CVTV Brotherhood, but pretty darn close. Plus we had a channel softball team. I'm really going to miss that. So it's really the people that I'll miss more than anything else, not so much the job. I think my buddy put it best when he said the whole situation sort of felt like an odd break-up with your boyfriend or girlfriend.
Today was the first day where I went to work prior to going to the gym. As I was getting in my car, I started thinking, "Maybe today I'll just take a day off from the gym. Maybe today it'll be okay to just not go. I don't think anyone would blame you for not going." But I knew that kind of thinking would just lead me to more excuses not to go. So even though I had no desire to be there, and even though it was a run/walk day which meant pain, I still pushed myself into the gym. I lumbered to the treadmill and did my 30 minute workout without any excuses and without giving up. That made me proud of myself.
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