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My boss told me today she is taking me to lunch next week to tell me goodbye. I chewed on that for a couple minutes, got very excited, and now I just feel a little sad. Don't get me wrong, I still am itching to get out of this place, but I am remembering all kinds of wonderful things about the Federation:
-my 25th birthday. Judy bought me a delicious cake and put candles on top. My office was filled with balloons and they sang to me.
- when I got accepted into grad school. Everyone was so happy for me and they celebrated right by my side.
- my friend who makes quilts (one of them in hanging in the White House) gave me a beautiful, homemade wall hanging
- I know the families and friends of all who work here. They have opened their homes to me countless times
- the flowers they sent to me after my grandmother died
- all the countless experiences I had with Holocaust survivors. Without the support of my colleagues, I never would have been granted such an opportunity.
I know I am missing quite a bit, but these memories stood out in my mind. I am going to miss this place, probably more than I would like to admit. I obviously have made numerous friends and they will be so hard to leave. More than that, I can say with confidence that I accomplished exactly what I set out to do when I took this job. I wanted to interact with survivors and I did it. I wanted to coordinate programs that were meaningful and that was undertaken successfully. My employers never had to let me do these things but they loved my passion and enthusiasm. Just today they were telling me how lucky they were to have me and I feel the same way about them. This was three years of my life and I don't regret a thing. I learned much, I laughed a lot, I practiced patience and I saw and experienced things that moved me consistently. I think that's what it's all about. I didn't make shit for money but that is so secondary in comparison to everything else.
Thank you, Jewish Federation. The end is bittersweet indeed.
-my 25th birthday. Judy bought me a delicious cake and put candles on top. My office was filled with balloons and they sang to me.
- when I got accepted into grad school. Everyone was so happy for me and they celebrated right by my side.
- my friend who makes quilts (one of them in hanging in the White House) gave me a beautiful, homemade wall hanging
- I know the families and friends of all who work here. They have opened their homes to me countless times
- the flowers they sent to me after my grandmother died
- all the countless experiences I had with Holocaust survivors. Without the support of my colleagues, I never would have been granted such an opportunity.
I know I am missing quite a bit, but these memories stood out in my mind. I am going to miss this place, probably more than I would like to admit. I obviously have made numerous friends and they will be so hard to leave. More than that, I can say with confidence that I accomplished exactly what I set out to do when I took this job. I wanted to interact with survivors and I did it. I wanted to coordinate programs that were meaningful and that was undertaken successfully. My employers never had to let me do these things but they loved my passion and enthusiasm. Just today they were telling me how lucky they were to have me and I feel the same way about them. This was three years of my life and I don't regret a thing. I learned much, I laughed a lot, I practiced patience and I saw and experienced things that moved me consistently. I think that's what it's all about. I didn't make shit for money but that is so secondary in comparison to everything else.
Thank you, Jewish Federation. The end is bittersweet indeed.