Today I organized a little party to say goodbye to my dear work friend/sister, Amy. She has been at work for the past week, training Deb, her fabulous replacement. I know that Deb is going to be wonderful.
But my Amy is leaving. Again. For good this time.
Deb is the 5th clerk I've worked with in this office. The 6th if you count the woman I replaced. Jessica, Scott, Kurt, Kim, Amy, and now Deb. That's not even counting the other office.
And today someone brought up the fact that everyone down here moves on to something else. Except for Aundrea. I've been here 2 1/2 years, and I am, apparently, the only one who can't go anywhere else.
Is there something wrong with me that I don't really want to "move on"?
Book of Mormon: Table of Contents
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Here's my theory:
Some people have to try 10 different jobs before the one that feels like home to them. Other people (like you) just land in the perfect spot and don't feel the need to change a good thing. Everybody there loves you, you love everybody and you're the best at that job. Who in their right mind would move on from that?
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