Jumping Ship

Today was my last day at work. 

As a three-year trooper at one highly respectable Fortune 100 company (which shall remain nameless) in a relatively stable environment, it seemed this day would never come. Why should it, when I had three years of hard work, dedication and a proven track record to back it up?

Everyone wants change. I desperately wanted change.

At first, I thought it a bit greedy of me to chase such auxiliary goals in this ever-so-lean job market. People I know have been riding the job search engines day and night for something, anything, to pay the bills, and here I was wanting a new, second job.

I also thought of my parents, who were just plain scared that I was going to make this bold career move and lose the new job in two months. They're very old-fashioned that way. They're still in the mindset that the first job you get is the one you keep until you can't work anymore. Dad's been a barber for 30+ years - can you blame him for thinking that? 

But like the cheesy saying goes, if it's going to be... it's up to me. 

Now in a transition state between one dog-eat-dog entertainment company to another, I am surprised by the calm that has nestled itself into the unmade bed of uncertainty and anticipation.  

Change, ready or not... here I come.