Strange New Worlds

In cleaning out my old files from the old work, I came across some old pictures I had taken. This one is of a dramatic sci-fi death scene I had created on top of my monitor.

What fun we used to have; how dynamic it was, how alive we all felt, and oh! how the witticisms quipped back and forth in the then-tiny office space. For a moment I missed the “good old days” of my previous employment, immediately realizing that the more recent days have perhaps been much less memorable, less alive and less dynamic, the witticisms down to a trickle. Things had become old hat, routine, and the company had grown to a size too large to be as fun but not large enough to exude success and Grand Vision.

I am slowly settling in at the new company which I will call Nucom. Thanks to the holiday mode I haven’t had much more to do than to go through documents and try to prepare as much as I can for what will surely be a highly dynamic time, come Monday. In this current downtime, I have had a little too much time to think, worry and reminisce. I miss the old place, but there is more that I do not miss at all if I think about it for just a few minutes.

Still, it’s a hard thing as I have said before to uproot oneself, after so long, and to plant oneself anew in a strange new environment. Change, as I keep telling myself is an excellent thing, and I was in dire need of one. I suspect that when things pick up, I won’t have many moments like these to wonder if I regret my decision or not. I know deep down I do not, but there are grumpy little parts of me inside that were very comfortable where they were, and with their routine.

Time to shake things up a bit. Half the stress of a new job I think is just learning all the new acronyms. The rest, will come.