for the past 295 mondays (roughly, knowing my math skills) i've woken up and gone in to mullen. well, except bank holidays.
this monday will mark the beginning of a new adventure: not going in to mullen — as today marked my last friday at mullen.
it's sad. really. funny, when we interviewed people for job opportunities at mullen everyone always said two things: "winston-salem: it's close to stuff" and "the best part of mullen is the people." both things are so very true. but i'll miss the people more than i'll miss the ability to be at the beach in 4 hours and the mountains in 3.
i'll miss the person i described as "my person." i'll miss my new-found "one of my two favorite partners." i'll miss caring and understanding bosses, a president who gives a shit and people who give a damn. i'll miss some of the funniest people i've ever met — and some of the smartest. i'll miss the guy who blares music throughout the department when he thinks no one's there. and the one who blares it regardless. I'll miss the security guard who brings in presents for "the pretty girls." the people who insist on staying until the thing is done, even if they're not doing it. the people who call bullshit on your bullshit. i'll miss the wisdom of the oldies and the passion of the newbies. i'll even miss the ones we all complain about. and i'll miss the misunderstood, the disgruntled and the batshit-crazy. the ones who celebrate, commiserate and commemorate with a bottle of wine. the ones who you look up to even as they look up to you. i'll miss the ones who send the reminder emails, and the ones always needed to be reminded. i'll miss the ones who see themselves in this paragraph and chuckle and the one who'll be upset that they don't because they don't realize they're "my person."
yeah, monday's going to be weird.