There’s traffic in the sky
And it doesn’t seem to be getting much better
There’s kids playing games on the pavement
Drawing waves on the pavement
Shadows of the planes on the pavement
It’s enough to make me cry
But that don’t seem like it would make it feel better
Maybe it’s a dream and if I scream
It will burst at the seams and
This whole place will fall into pieces
I moved away from home in California 5 years ago to start a new life and clean up my act. I thought it was a good idea. It took 3 years and 4 moves later to finally clean up, and even still I am not the best person. I still have my immaturities and rough spots.
I have become real good at one thing over the last 5 years though. Moving. Disappearing. Changing. Not only have I become good at it, but I even enjoy it. I like the look of my car when it’s packed full of my life’s belongings. I like the feel of the open road, knowing that when I reach my destination I have a new life waiting for me. Wait. A new life? That’s not right. Have I become so diluted as to think that changing my surroundings will fix me? Shouldn’t I have figured out by now that moving does not solve anything? But, then again, getting out of California was good for me, right?
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Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don’t want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone
Tomorrow is my last day at DirecTV. It is going to be tough to say goodbye to my teammates, my friends, my co-workers, pretty much everyone. In the last 2 years I have forged many relationships, professional and personal; relationships in which I place a very high value. It is hard to believe that tomorrow, everything changes.
Well look at you out to make a deal
You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal
And what about those shoes you’re in today
They’ll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way
I am trying as hard as I possibly can to not burn any bridges. It is impossible not to burn any. The very act of me leaving burns several bridges. I know I will never be able to step foot in that building as a team leader ever again. I hope I made the right decision.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Reckless and wild they pour through the turns,
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.
As they speed through the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
I was made an offer by another company. I accepted the offer. I will start on November 7th. My last day at DirecTV will be October 31st. I will then take a week long vacation and mentally prepare for the new job.
There are a myriad of emotions I am feeling right now. Excitement, of course; but the excitement is being slightly soured by fear, guilt and sadness. I love my job at DirecTV. I am in no way leaving because of any disdain or negative feelings about my current employer. I love the people in the building. I believe strongly in our product and the direction our business owners are heading.
Am I leaving for money? This new company is offering me a substantially larger salary base than DirecTV is. Does this make me greedy? Probably, a little. I would be an idiot if I turned down this offer.
I am going the distance, and I am a little nervous.