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It's a long way to Tipperary
Sep. 30th, 2004 04:16 pmI have about a half hour of work left. I haven't really done anything the last two days though, so I'm not sure it counts as work.
The last of my stuff-half a case of ginger ale, is ready to go, near the door.
My going away party was today. It was cheerful and pleasant, and people said wonderful things. I hope they were sincere. I know what I'm walking away from, and I think I know what I'm getting in to, even if there are many things in flux (more things that I've told most of you, some very serious details are up in the air at the moment, and I can't really say anything more than that.)
Pizza and soda and brownies over lunch-it brought out people who almost never join in the going away events, and that was really nice. They asked me to tell some of my favorite stories, and I told one about getting stranded in Dallas with my department head, one about anouncing my engagement, and the reaction it got, especially from our executive director, who really had probably the most amusing reaction of all, and one about getting my demonstration model, and trying to put it together with my boss and department head, and the giggles and comments that were made while we did it, even though there was a rather important meeting going on just outside my door.
There were other stories that were told-about April Fool's day this year and such.
I spent a good part of the morning hanging out in my department head's office trying to spend $1800 on condoms and related supplies-had to be done for the end of the grant year. I'm trying to convince him that our penis models don't always need to be flesh colored.
It's a bit sad to walk away from here, it's a healthy thing as well. It's hard to leave when you're comfortable and doing well, but it's also a good thing that I'm doing.
My department head talked about how he would get phone calls from my sites telling him what a great job I'd done, or how pleased they were or things like that. He never shared that information with me, and maybe that's a good thing. And he talked about how much I did to get the agency into communities and locations where we had never been before. My boss talked about how I developed relationships with sites we'd worked with for years, but changed them into more mutually supportive things, and how much more invested we were in some of the more challenging community settings than we were a few years ago.
I got a very nice card, and included in my going away gift were two bookmarks, one about cats, and one which said "A teacher takes a hand, opens a mind, touches a heart." My department head talked quite a bit about how he thinks of me as a teacher, about how much he heard from young people and from people who work with young people about what I was doing.
It's the right time to do something different-I know that because the last year or so has been challenging and I've felt kind of stagnant. But it's hard to move on from a place like this.
(And megabonus to people who get the subject line.)
The last of my stuff-half a case of ginger ale, is ready to go, near the door.
My going away party was today. It was cheerful and pleasant, and people said wonderful things. I hope they were sincere. I know what I'm walking away from, and I think I know what I'm getting in to, even if there are many things in flux (more things that I've told most of you, some very serious details are up in the air at the moment, and I can't really say anything more than that.)
Pizza and soda and brownies over lunch-it brought out people who almost never join in the going away events, and that was really nice. They asked me to tell some of my favorite stories, and I told one about getting stranded in Dallas with my department head, one about anouncing my engagement, and the reaction it got, especially from our executive director, who really had probably the most amusing reaction of all, and one about getting my demonstration model, and trying to put it together with my boss and department head, and the giggles and comments that were made while we did it, even though there was a rather important meeting going on just outside my door.
There were other stories that were told-about April Fool's day this year and such.
I spent a good part of the morning hanging out in my department head's office trying to spend $1800 on condoms and related supplies-had to be done for the end of the grant year. I'm trying to convince him that our penis models don't always need to be flesh colored.
It's a bit sad to walk away from here, it's a healthy thing as well. It's hard to leave when you're comfortable and doing well, but it's also a good thing that I'm doing.
My department head talked about how he would get phone calls from my sites telling him what a great job I'd done, or how pleased they were or things like that. He never shared that information with me, and maybe that's a good thing. And he talked about how much I did to get the agency into communities and locations where we had never been before. My boss talked about how I developed relationships with sites we'd worked with for years, but changed them into more mutually supportive things, and how much more invested we were in some of the more challenging community settings than we were a few years ago.
I got a very nice card, and included in my going away gift were two bookmarks, one about cats, and one which said "A teacher takes a hand, opens a mind, touches a heart." My department head talked quite a bit about how he thinks of me as a teacher, about how much he heard from young people and from people who work with young people about what I was doing.
It's the right time to do something different-I know that because the last year or so has been challenging and I've felt kind of stagnant. But it's hard to move on from a place like this.
(And megabonus to people who get the subject line.)
