Final Day at Cross Country Courier

Today was my last day at CCC.  It feels weird to be done.  I’m so excited for this move in my life, and yet I find myself looking back with more sadness than I expected.

Gizmo and I taking a nap rather than packing . . .

I always hate good-byes.  I really care about a lot of these people, and now I’m leaving.  It’s amazing how quickly people can take root in your heart.  And it hurts to pull them out (not that I’m forgetting about them when I leave, but it will never be the same).  I’m surprised at how people seem to have come to care about me, too.  Yesterday I had a man whom I’ve never met who works at another company ask to speak with me.  Sure, I’ve talked to him several times on the phone before, but he wanted to wish me luck before I left.  He told me that my co-workers think very highly of me.  What does it take for someone who has never set foot in the office to understand how my co-workers feel about me?

Yes, it did get this bad!

There was a pot-luck today filled with lots of great food.  My manager gave me a card that had been signed by everyone on the floor.  When she came over to give it to me, she started to tear up.  How is it possible to make such an impact on someone after less than a year that tears well up in their eyes when they think of you leaving?

It’s not that I’m devoid of emotion in this matter.  I just know I couldn’t be happy staying there (or here in Bismarck, for that matter) forever.  I’m sad to say good-bye because I have truly enjoyed my time at CCC.  I love the people I work with and I’ve made friends that I hope will last a lifetime.  But oh how quickly a move of this proportion can change that.

Scott, the man I trained to replace me who also helped me with my car said, you just need a dad.  Clarissa, the woman who started the same day that I did, has become a surrogate mother.  Others have confided in me and take my philosophy about men seriously (heaven help the world if all women thought about men like I do!!).  I guess it is no wonder that after a year someone can make such an impact on the people around them because those same people make an impact on them, too.

One chapter in my life is closing.  But characters often reappear in later chapters.  I hope that is the case with many of these.