Yesterday brought with it sad news: one of my coworkers (Bok) resigned on Friday. While he’s still kicking around for now, he started clearing away most of his deskly possessions, and is now sitting in an extremely sparse-looking cube. The whole episode made me quite sad.
On every level, I know that he made the right decision. Not one of us doubt that he will be happier in his new role, and we’re excited for him, about this new adventure he is embarking upon. I’d venture to guess that some of us are a little jealous. While I’m pretty sure I’m not one of them (I think), I had my doubts yesterday afternoon.
After the initial congratulations and discussion of his decision’s inevitability, I was hit sharply by a backlash of my own selfishness. Suddenly I was plunged in a sad morass of despondency and hopelessness. If people keep leaving our area, how are we ever to effect any change to build the Workplace we know it can and should be?
In the past 8 months, 6 people have left, and only one new person has joined the team. Morale, along with teammates, is slowly eroding away. Although I’m happy for Bok, there is a hefty wall of inertia that he leaves in his wake that I will be up against.
This isn’t bad news, given where everyone’s at these days. I’m happy for Bok, and I’m glad that the other folk who have left have all found jobs they like and are happy in. Really, as these things go, there are way more happy endings here than anything else.
And yet. No one likes being left behind. So there’s a little tinge of the maudlin’ when I think about it that way, all while trying to enjoy this coworker before he, too, heads for fairer pastures.
WordPress actually ate my first attempt at this entry last night. I’m not entirely sorry it did; these things usually do better with a little extra time to coalesce properly in my head. Nonetheless, I realize it isn’t a cheery topic. So, to ensure that I’m not leaving everyone on such a down note, I present to you, Cashew, in one of her favourite spots in my craft room: my fabric stash.
One of these days, I might tidy it sufficiently that she can actually get into another shelf. But then the fabric would be covered in cat hair. So maybe my mess is justified for now.