Anywho, lots new with me. I start a new job on Monday. My interviewing panned out and I've left GB. Yesterday was my last day. When I gave notice two weeks ago it sure surprised my manager. She just couldn't figure out why I was going. Some might say I chickened out, but I see it as taking the high road and not burning a bridge... I didn't tell her all the crap I've written about in my journal. I just told her that I was very unhappy as a supervisor and that I had a chance to take a less stressful job elsewhere. She tried (and tried mightily, I must say) to get me to stay on in some capacity at GB but I stood my ground, telling them that the benefits at the new job were better AND less expensive (true), plus I mentioned the bonus I'd be getting as soon as I start as well as the possibility to earn another bonus at the end of the year (also true). In the end I think they knew they couldn't compete, although they did still make attempts to get me to stay. My coworkers did, too. I really found out in the last week how well-liked I was, which was sweet and a little sad... the people I work with is what has kept me there so long, and I hate leaving them behind. I really think, though, that it's time for me to move on. The new office is just one building over from GB so I'll still be able to have lunch with all my friends when I want. I'm looking forward to the change. I was surprised, though, at how easily it all ended up working out. I thought my decision would be harder to make but in the end I just knew that I didn't want to be a supervisor anymore. I was even more relieved when I learned that the company Tom works for hired someone with more supervisory experience for the position there. I knew then that it all worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.
I was sick last weekend with what is known around here as "the seven pound virus"... it can make you lose 7 pounds in a weekend! Unfortunately, it looks like Alexa has come down with it today. Poor kiddo. I wish I could make it all better for her. Thank goodness she woke me up to tell me first thing this morning... I got up at 7:30 and got my ass out to the store before the crappy weather hit. I got bananas, Jello, applesauce, etc... stuff that she'll be able to eath when she feels like eating again. I just hope Thierry doesn't get it this weekend, too. Both of them sick... bad weather... ugh. Could be worse, though, so I'll just shut up right about now!
Well, I think I'm going to go start a pot of chicken soup. Hope everyone is doing okay out there in LJ land.