Changing Channels

I'm sitting here at work like I've done just about every Thursday for the past ten years except its different, vastly different. It's my last Thursday here.

When the missus and I found out the phinlet was on his way we'd discuss my switching jobs to something less stressful and with less travel. Part of me wanted to stick around, it's not that I hate change, I like change, it's that I wasn't sure how much change I could stand and for the most part I really enjoy my job. Then once he was born it really only took that first look for me to realize that I was going to do anything in my power to be around him as much as possible.

After he was born my first day back in the office was a crusher, being unable to watch as he slept was all it took. I placed a couple of calls to talk about openings and to see if I was a fit for them and they were a fit for me. Turns out one of the openings was and I start at the new job Monday.

I've made calls to the friends I've made over the years, each one of the calls a struggle. Letting them know I'll keep in touch, sending a new e-mail address, all the while knowing that it'll be different, it has to be. The common bond is no longer there.

Sure the jokes will be exchanged, but there won't be the calls just to catch up on business and family. The trips to the bar after conferences to pass the time and trade war stories from the past year won't be an option. The passing on of the latest industry gossip, finished. For the first time in my working career in an industry that I've come to love I'm an outsider.

Funny I never thought leaving would be this hard. Tomorrow morning when I'm filling out paperwork for the new job the guys here will be carrying on. You can't help but form friendships when you've worked with somebody for so long, especially in a small company. I hope and pray that they don't miss me, that they're able to carry on business as usual and that I'm leaving them in better shape than when I walked in the door ten years ago. Only time will tell.

Come Monday I'll be wearing "big boy" clothes to work. No longer will I be able to sport jeans, a t-shirt and flip-flops into the office, granted I don't have to wear a tie, but I do have to keep my shirttail tucked in.

New faces and new places. I'm an outsider again.

There are really on two things I'm certain of.

The first, that I've made the best decision possilbe with the information available. As I looking into my son's eyes as I left my house this morning I knew it was only for a brief time. I knew that I wouldn't, at least in the forseeable future, have to go for a week or two without cuddling up with him on the couch.

The second, that my new employer won't be impressed if I lock the intercom system on the LLama Song when I go to lunch.

Professionalism folks, that's what I'm all about.

Fittingly, Jimmy Buffet's If The Phone Doesn't Ring It's Me is playing on the iPod.

With the changes I'm not sure what's in store for the ole phish bowl. I'm planning on being around, but for the next few months the postings here may be scarce, or they may not, nobody really knows, I sure as hell don't. The posting times will be changing, as I won't be blogging from work.

I'm closing this rather random collection of thoughts by thanking y'all for providing a distraction when life has seemed all to real, whether you knew it or not.

Catch y'all on the flip side.

Posted by phineas g. at 03:40 PM on April 27, 2006 | TrackBack

Good luck with the new job, phin!!!!

Posted by: William Teach at April 27, 2006 06:11 PM

You're doing the right thing, but you already know that.

Posted by: Theresa at April 27, 2006 06:50 PM

You know what I think already, dahling. You completely rock in many ways. Go forth, be brilliant, and all that crap.

I'm kinda bad about this sentimental stuff... but you already know that. ;-)

Posted by: agent bedhead at April 28, 2006 12:18 AM

You are right, you are always right and the phinlett simply cannot do without his cuddles.

You'll be brilliant. x

Posted by: silk at April 28, 2006 04:04 AM

Good luck, Phin. As a mommy, I still find it amazing how much power these little ones have over us parents - in a good way, of course. I'm certain you won't regret a moment of it.

They never seem to put "employee extraordinaire" on a tombstone, but one can walk through a cemetery and see "Great Father" or "My Dad" all over the place. I'm sure you know you made the right choice as you look into the eyes of that little one. Congrats on a new chapter in life!

Posted by: Merri at April 28, 2006 06:44 AM


I can't believe how much this post sounds like me. I went through something very similar when we had our first child. My wife and I decided what we wanted for our children and like you, wanted to spend as much time as possible with them.

You may give up something in the process, but I have found that you gain so much more in other respects. You can't coach your son in tee ball or Little League from 30,000 ft. Good luck to you, Phin! It sounds like you made a wise choice.

Posted by: Barry at April 28, 2006 07:38 AM

Best of luck in the new job Phin. You are doing the right thing for you, the Missus, and the Phinlet.

Posted by: The Maximum Leader at April 28, 2006 08:19 AM

My friend, I applaud you for your choice and wish you the best of fortunes with the new position.

If you need anything, you know how to reach me.

Posted by: RP at April 28, 2006 09:24 AM

That's wonderful, Phin. I'm really happy for you ;)

Best of luck to you, my dear friend!

Posted by: Kathy at April 28, 2006 11:22 AM

The paths we travel are meant to teach us and for us to teach others. You are doing the right thing for you and your family, and that is the most important thing. You are going to make newer friends and grow yourself in this. Good Luck!

Posted by: Jo at April 29, 2006 06:23 AM