Endings

What ho old chaps!

In the middle of handing in my notice from this current job, to move onto the next thing...I'm finding myself speaking in nostalgic terms of 'Oh that's the last time I'll....' - I even paused, somewhat misty-eyed, in the doorway to my office at 8am this morning, thinking 'oh I shall miss this office' when on an ordinary day I hate it with a passion. What's that about hey? Why are humans so resistant to change anyway? Or maybes it's just me?! I dunno. I think it's about the familiar, knowing what I'm doing, knowing where I stand with employers and colleagues, being 'at the top of my game' so to speak, whereas in five short weeks I shall be 'the new girl' OH HOW I HATE BEING THE NEW GIRL! YES it's a pride thing! YES it's a security thing! YES it's a worrying-about-what-other-people-will-think-of-me thing!

I know it's right to move on, I know it'a a good position to be in, I know it's good progression-wise and financially speaking it kicks butt BUT there's still alittle part of me that whines' Oh but why can't I just stay here where it's nice and safe and I know what I'm doing and when I don't know I can blag it!?'

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...?!

I have issues (clearly), and I'm proud of it!