Short Timer Syndrome
Part of reason I got this blog started is because I am awfully bored during my last few weeks at my current job. It's called short-timer syndrome; where you can't wait to get out the door and start your new job.
Let me digress because I don't keep everyone informed of my life's goings-on. Did I mention I'm changing back to my old job? Let's get my history down real quickly. After 4 months of watching 2 brothers fight, walls get kicked and a general sense that I was working in a daycare more than an IT department I left a certain unnamed company to take a contract gig at ILS.
ILS is genius and their IT department is run by a superb developer and manager-- Dan P.
But alas, after 15 months I left ILS to pursue a permanent position with more responsibility at another firm. It was a mistake to begin with and it's about as silly as poking your dog in the tookus while she's eating a bowl full of meat flavored cookie dough.
So, the inevitable happened. I was in a coffee shop one day reading romance novels and ILS walks in. She akwardly smiles and sits down. She asks about my new girlfriend. I admit that life with Miss New just doesn't feel right. ILS and I talk about the good times and how we were made for each other. I cry, she cries and we promise to let our love never come adrift again.
Well, that's not exactly how it happened but I am going back to ILS on August 8th to work at the place where I never had a bad day-- even when someone poked me in the tookus while I was eating my bowl full of meat flavored cookie dough.
Let me digress because I don't keep everyone informed of my life's goings-on. Did I mention I'm changing back to my old job? Let's get my history down real quickly. After 4 months of watching 2 brothers fight, walls get kicked and a general sense that I was working in a daycare more than an IT department I left a certain unnamed company to take a contract gig at ILS.
ILS is genius and their IT department is run by a superb developer and manager-- Dan P.
But alas, after 15 months I left ILS to pursue a permanent position with more responsibility at another firm. It was a mistake to begin with and it's about as silly as poking your dog in the tookus while she's eating a bowl full of meat flavored cookie dough.
So, the inevitable happened. I was in a coffee shop one day reading romance novels and ILS walks in. She akwardly smiles and sits down. She asks about my new girlfriend. I admit that life with Miss New just doesn't feel right. ILS and I talk about the good times and how we were made for each other. I cry, she cries and we promise to let our love never come adrift again.
Well, that's not exactly how it happened but I am going back to ILS on August 8th to work at the place where I never had a bad day-- even when someone poked me in the tookus while I was eating my bowl full of meat flavored cookie dough.


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You may not be able to heal it, but you can get something for Shorttimer Syndrome at www shorttimers dot com.
Enjoy the journey.
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