In the summer of 1990, I was working for Kelly Girls when I received a call to come interview for a job at Mid-Sized University. I had wanted to work for Mid-Sized University for some time, as I knew they had excellent benefits, including generous sick and vacation time on top of the best paid holiday schedule in town. I had had a couple of previous interviews at M-SU, but nothing had panned out as of yet. I had a good feeling about this one though.
This one was in a department located right above where my beloved Aunt Linda worked. An entry level position in Computer Science - and my last two jobs were computer oriented (ok - data entry, but still). My interview went perfectly, and sure enough - I was offered the job. So in the fall of 1990, I started a job that would define the woman I would become.
When I started that job, I was still a girl practically. Engaged, but not married, no children and still trying to find out who I really was. Over the years I married the Hubs, had two children, and was promoted several times. In the process I grew up. I became a woman who had confidence in her abilities to handle any job given to her, of any situation, to take on new tasks and experience without freaking out. I had lucked out you see. I found my place. My niche.
Not many people find the job they are meant to have when they are 25. I got to crunch numbers, to work with students, to write a newsletter, to do layout and play with graphics, to work with webpages, and to work with alumni. When I started, the department had 10 faculty, and maybe 30 grad students. As I leave it's grown to 15 or so faculty, 150 grad students, and instead of two office staff, there are four. I was so very very lucky to have been hired into a department that took care of me as well as I took care of it. They have been my second family.
Today, I turned in my resignation. It became increasingly obvious over the last few weeks that I am unable to perform my job any longer. I had resisted this decision for months - how do I leave the job that has helped define who I am? How can I walk away from the department who made sure I had a place to return to after the birth of my children, after recovering from cancer - hell - even after I tried to leave them for a couple of years?
I had to do it. They deserve someone who can do the job fully - and that is not me any more. I will work part time this week, then they will start a new chapter without me. It is breaking my heart, but I know I need to focus more on me and less on them.
Now how to I figure out how to be Mysti without them?