Ambushed by Nostalgia
I was walking to the cafeteria at TempCo today, looking at the rows of nameplates belonging to people I still don't know after almost well over six weeks on the job, and I was suddenly struck by a startlingly intense wave of nostalgia for FormerMyCo.
As most of you may remember, I left in April without a single look back, didn't even stop to shake the dust from my sandals. But one thing I have to say about the folks there: I always felt valued, welcomed, and liked. (With the exception of Miss V, of course.)
I still don't know anyone at TempCo besides the four or five folks I work with directly, and two of them are temps as well. I'm not a part of anything there. I was often frustrated by my job at FormerMyCo, but the people were always great.
Today, I really miss them. I miss the conversations, the laughter, the regard in which I was held.
And really, that's kind of nice. It's nice to have the good memories.
As most of you may remember, I left in April without a single look back, didn't even stop to shake the dust from my sandals. But one thing I have to say about the folks there: I always felt valued, welcomed, and liked. (With the exception of Miss V, of course.)
I still don't know anyone at TempCo besides the four or five folks I work with directly, and two of them are temps as well. I'm not a part of anything there. I was often frustrated by my job at FormerMyCo, but the people were always great.
Today, I really miss them. I miss the conversations, the laughter, the regard in which I was held.
And really, that's kind of nice. It's nice to have the good memories.