Oh, the places I’ll go

15 Apr

This post isn’t about media or culture.  It’s about me.  (I told myself that this wouldn’t be one of those blogs, but today that’s what I need it to be.)

Today I had my last day at my first “real” job – the first job where I had a title that wasn’t “intern” and where my responsibilities followed me after I went home and into the evenings and weekends.  I’ve been there since I was 23.  I’ll turn 26 in two weeks.  I’ve grown up a lot in that time (at least I like to think so) and it it’s been a really intense last few weeks.

On May 2, I’ll be starting as the new Marketing Coordinator for Rea & Associates.  (As I told my Dad, it’s a big deal that I don’t have “assistant” in my title anymore.) It’s an accounting firm with 10 offices in Ohio.  My new boss seems smart and passionate and generally fantastic.  I’m really looking forward to it.   (I’m trying to make “Oh, the Place You’ll Go” my mantra for the change.  We’ll see how that works out.)

But leaving.  Saying good-bye at Legal Aid today.  It was crazy.  And emotional.  And painful.  And all kinds of other things.  I gave my two weeks’ notice last Monday.  And, as I said, it’s been intense.  Some of my co-workers cried.  One of them tried to punish me for leaving by sending me so much work to do that there was no possible way that I could finish it.  (I was getting new assignments until three hours before I left.)  I had a really great exit interview with my boss.  She told me all of these wonderful things that would have been great to hear in the last few months, when I’ve been feeling like a failure for not being able to keep up with my impossible workload.  (What’s that movie where Adam Sandler says, “That would have been nice to know YESTERDAY”?)

I’ve been neglecting this blog because the last two weeks have been so hard.  It’s just been a lot to process.  One of my co-workers told me that all this is normal, that I should mourn the loss of the end of an era, even though this is a good thing.  And, I’m trying to get there.

I tried to look up articles on dealing with quitting your job and the emotional fallout of leaving, but to no avail.  There’re a lot of articles on dealing with losing your job, but none that I could find on quitting.  And, quitting your first job is hard.  I haven’t had the Internet fail me (or really, my search skills fail me) in a long time.

I feel like I’m graduating high school.  (Everyone even signed a card that looked very much like a yearbook page.)  It’s the end of the era.  Everyone’s said “keep in touch” and “let’s stay friends”, but I really don’t know if that’s going to happen.  I hope so.  And, I’m trying to convince myself that that’s enough.

So, that’s why I’ve been gone for so long.  I’ll get back to the blog (and introducing you all to the day’s Internet crazy) soon.  Sorry for the hiatus.

MaggieCakes is a blog about culture, social media, and what’s new in the world of Internet culture. Every day (okay, I try for every day) I comb blogs and news outlets for the news about internet culture and social media to bring them to you (with my commentary, of course) here on MaggieCakes. MaggieCakes is hosted by WordPress and often draws upon Slate, Jezebel, The Hair Pin, and SocialTimes for links and inspiration. My post Social Media and the Art of Storytelling was featured on freshly pressed, bringing a while new readership to my blog. Find anything interesting in the worlds of culture or social media that you’d like to see a post on? Leave a comment or send me an e-mail at 2maggieotoole@gmail.com.

One Response to “Oh, the places I’ll go”

  1. agirlajeepandahouse April 19, 2011 at 1:58 pm #

    I thought it was hard to leave my first “real” job too… although most of my job I disliked… I loved my students, but all in all I disliked a.)the way I was treated by other staff (mostly management) b.)the way money was wasted it was a government program. I quit the day the students came back to campus from winter break. I was wrong, I did not give the two weeks notice, but I wanted my holiday pay, which I am pretty sure I wouldn’t get if I told them before the holiday, and during our winter break training, I was yelled at like I was the bosses child. Seriously, she was shaking and yelling like I was her kid… as I sat there listening… I thought to myself, hmmmm I guess you don’t deserve 2 weeks notice. The only thing that got me through being yelled at was the fact that I knew I had a new job lined up. Yes I miss some of the people I worked with, but those people I am friends with on facebook… It is easy enough to stay friends with who you want and ignore the rest. 🙂 Good Luck with your transition, oh and my job change was the best move I have ever made.

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