Goodbye Is Never Easy

Even if it is for the better.

I am finally free from the clutches of the company I worked at for the last 2.5 years. I cannot begin to tell you how much weight I feel has been lifted off of me. I feel free.

That said, saying goodbye to the ones I love is never, ever easy. I spent well over an hour with the HR lady/office manager who was probably my only friend at that office. I love her so much. I returned my company property and we talked about my life before this job and now looking to the future. As we talked I broke down and cried right there in front of her (for which I was apologetic but she reassured me I could cry to her anytime).

We walked out the office together, me for the last time and pressed against each other for a hug that seemed to last an eternity. We exchanged our “I love yous,” friended each other on Facebook and of course exchanged personal numbers.

Then it was off to Flying Saucer where I’ve spent nearly every Monday night (and some other nights) during my stint in DFW(TF). The bartenders there came to know me by name and learned my likes in beer. They could see I was troubled the second I walked in so I just told them straight up what had happened and what’s going on. They gave me a free drink, a glass and many well-wishes, but they were an escape for me. Even though it got bitter cold last night, I braved the cold in my signature Davy Dukes for old time’s sake, from one night the bar manager goes “how are your legs not cold?!?!?!?” She always was amazed just how low of a temp I seemed to tolerate in my skimpy legwear so it was one last time for her to be entertained by it. Nonetheless, I had my typical drinks and a bite to eat (just a bite – had a big lunch earlier).

After that it was back to the apartment for an Aberlour, a CO Final third and then lights out.  At 9:30-ish this morning, I pulled out of my apartment parking lot, bound for Abilene with my first load of stuff.

Though goodbyes were painful, it’s been past time. I’m sure I’ll be back in Flying Saucer before too long and of course HR lady and I will keep up with one another. Alas, one door has closed and the next has opened. I posted as such on my Facebook last night and I’ll share that post here.

It is often said that when one door closes the next one opens. This is so true. As I turn in my company cell phone, corporate card and my workstation, I write the final paragraph on this 2.5 year chapter of my life.

Though it was hectic and filled with tribulations, I wouldn’t trade my time at (company) for anything. It pulled me out of an uncontrolled downward spiral (getting a decent job while on the autism spectrum ain’t easy) and without it I’d have probably committed suicide in roughly the same time I started work. It was the catalyst of a renewed sense of hope and for later personal growth. (Company) took my broken wings and taught me to fly again and for that I will be eternally grateful.

Alas, it’s time for me to fly on my own now, and I think I’m ready to take that next step. To the skies and off to bigger and better things ahead.

Here’s to better things to come.


13 thoughts on “Goodbye Is Never Easy

  1. Goodbyes are always hard to go through, but since it is for the better, I bet it’ll soon be behind you… Plus you’ll always have the HR Lady’s friendship 🙂 Cheers, and I raise my glass up high to your future successes! 🙂

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  2. Yeah!! I’m so happy for you. You’re so right – goodbyes are almost always bittersweet. Even if sweet, usually also just a bit bitter. I’m glad you’re keeping in touch with HR Lady and your old haunts. Very nice write-up of a significant event. I enjoyed reading it 🙂

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