This is pretty early in the day for me to be posting, but since my time is wrapping up here, I wanted to write while this was all still fresh in my mind. I just came back from having lunch with my team of twelve people. Let me begin by telling you that I’m really not close with any of them. I have been social twice, once with two different people. I have two of the twelve sitting in my cube row, and I rarely ever talk to them. I’ve only had lunch with five of them over the course of my almost six years here. I made fun of how they thought they might get me a Kindle. Yesterday I spoke about how I didn’t think I would miss anything or anyone here. And I get annoyed by the dude who says “Good morning” every day to me. (What a curmudgeon I am!). But today, they got me.
I seriously almost shed a tear. I didn’t, but I almost did. They got me two gifts: a gift certificate to my most fav knit shop in the city, and a very nice ballpoint pen with an engraving on it that said, “Follow your dreams”. This isn’t what got me, though. It was the sentiments in the cards (yep, two of them!). This one girl spoke of how she admired my courage to speak my mind and go after my dreams. Someone else mentioned that when I get published I should let them know so they can “bump up my Amazon ratings”. But what really got me almost to tears, was my manager. We have known each other since 2005, and we have been through a lot together here. He is not the type of person to ever share his feelings or be emotional about something. But on the card he said, “Thank you for being a straight talking, dedicated colleague and friend”. I feel a bit choked up just thinking about it now. (I must be feeling overly emotional).
I must admit I’m now feeling a bit guilty for not trying to take more time to get to know these people over the last few years. I made an effort with some, and literally dismissed others. In fact just yesterday I was commenting on how I wasn’t going to give anyone my contact info. Well, I might give my info to 1-3 more people between today and tomorrow. Although, then they may read this blog, and hate me. I guess I’ll have to think about that.