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It's not my dog.
Jun. 6th, 2005 10:51 amToday I discovered the way to deal with the fact that these two days that I will ever spend at this job. That little bit of wisdom is wrapped up in the saying "It's not my dog."
( Cut because it turned out rather longer than I expected... )
After weeks of uncertainty, I know now that I can let it go. It's time to move on. No, I don't know what the future holds, but that's OK. Change is a bitch but so is complacency. The lab is not mine by association. It's not my responsibility to make sure someone else picks up the work when I'm gone. It's not my place to make sure that someone out there is going to be able to do what I do.
I may love the lab and the job, but it's not my dog.
( Cut because it turned out rather longer than I expected... )
After weeks of uncertainty, I know now that I can let it go. It's time to move on. No, I don't know what the future holds, but that's OK. Change is a bitch but so is complacency. The lab is not mine by association. It's not my responsibility to make sure someone else picks up the work when I'm gone. It's not my place to make sure that someone out there is going to be able to do what I do.
I may love the lab and the job, but it's not my dog.
