For the first two weeks of my new job I wondered why I chose to leave my old one.
On my first day of work I had to sign multiple forms and one of them was entitled, “Incompatible Activities.” The nature of my work requires objectivity and in the back of my mind, I had known I would not be able to visit my former workplace; that there would be a conflict of interest.
What I discovered was that I also had to let my relationships with both the residents and former co-workers go.
I struggled with this and both my immediate and regional bosses understood my sense of loss for they too had come from the private sector years ago. I had cultivated these relationships for almost five years and my territory does not include my former workplace.
My regional boss said it would get easier to let them go, that it became too messy; as she knew from her own experience.
I had known I would be saying goodbye but I had erroneously thought I could still see my former coworkers for dinners or baby showers. I began to realize that our bonds were closely associated with work. That our personal lives were very separate.
I miss the residents I used to be with every day. A few shared they felt a sense of betrayal; they had thought I would remain with them until I chose to retire. They didn’t understand why I chose to leave.
My new work place is very different from where I came from. I am the new person and there are already established cliques and routines. I have transferred from the private sector to government and most of my new coworkers have been government employees for a long time.
I am the anomaly.
anomaly: noun. 1.something that deviates from what is standard, normal, or expected.
Oxford Languages
I mourned this every morning during my commute. I worried that my twenty-two year old vehicle, that has been my trusted mode of transport all these years, wouldn’t get me to where I needed to be. I felt the tightness in my neck and shoulders each day as I traversed canyon roads that twisted and turned to my workplace over twenty miles away.
For two weeks I sat in my cubicle with earbuds in, pushing through mandatory trainings on my work laptop. I have completely left my comfort zone and am learning all things regulatory. I am grateful that my hire date coincided with two other people; both transferring from other government agencies. One of them took me under his wing to remind me to take a break, that we had an hour lunch, not the thirty minutes I was used to. The three of us navigate the office politics together.
On our last days of online mandatory training we sat in on a live session from our leadership team and the question posed to all of them was why they do what they do. As I heard their stories I was inspired. I noted the diversity in age, color, gender identity, educational and social backgrounds. I began to remember why I chose to step out of my comfort zone.
On a Saturday I spent seven hours detailing my vehicle. It had been years since I had done this and usually when my family asks what I want for my birthday, it is a car wash and detail. As I scrubbed hub caps and vacuumed my interior I had asked the hubs to check my oil levels and he promptly filled my vehicle. In my prior workplace the maintenance staff placed a corkboard in the middle of my assigned parking space to catch the oil slick that came from my older car.
I began to hear noises and smell burnt oil emanating from my vehicle and three days later my hubs was once again filling my oil tank. The hubs is the type of person who takes pride in manually fixing his vehicles but this fix would need to go to the shop. The cost would be more than my vehicle’s worth.
I am learning to let things go.
When our fourth new hire joined us on Thursday, I decided to pay it forward and asked her if she wanted to go on break with us. We remembered one another during the onboarding process and I was sad when I did not see her on my very first day.
As my other coworker and I stood by her cubicle, our regional boss noted what was happening and walked over and soon other coworkers came over to greet our newest hire. When she tried to give the credit to me I shared how my coworker, who stood nearby, had done the same for me. I registered the surprise on his flushed face as our big boss announced, this is how it should always be.
It is a little thing, to be welcoming. There is no hidden agenda in being kind.
The desktop calendar quote from Stephen Covey, the late author of The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, resonated,
What you do has far greater impact than what you say.
Stephen Covey
I no longer get teary as I drive past my former workplace every day to get to my new one. In my new workplace I remain being the person that I am. I don’t need to conform to what is expected or normal.
The quote, from the late Steve Jobs, is currently on my desk,
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.
Steve Jobs
I was grateful that my latest mammogram was normal. It is a reminder that life is short. Navigating through breast cancer made me take stock of what was important and I am blessed with people that accept me for who I am, flaws and all. That experience made me question what I wanted out of my finite life. What is my legacy? My sons are older and being a mother isn’t my primary role in life now. They are my legacy.
I had felt discontent in my former job even though I loved what I did. I had to discover what I wanted to be when I grew up. I had more to contribute if I could just figure out how.
I had to discover my why.
I spent the last six months doing just that, inquiring at my former workplace where my growth opportunities were and if they aligned with who I am. Who am I now? On a day when I felt particularly low, a song on my Spotify playlist came on that I used to play on repeat in college. I hadn’t heard it in years.
Music is one of those portals that can transport me to a particular time and place.
Hat to da back
TLC
I gotta kick my pants down real low (aww, yeah)
That’s the kinda girl I am
That’s the kinda girl I am
Hat to da back
I gotta kick my pants down real low
That’s the kinda girl that I am (aww, yeah)
Here we go, here we go, here we go again
Hearing the song reminded me of who I was then, my hopes and dreams as I was close to graduation. The excitement of what life had to offer. The song celebrates being who you are and not fitting in with the norms. Soon after that I had decided to cut my hair to the hairstyle I always used to have, an A-line bob. I remembered that period of my life and realized I had known then who I wanted to serve, I just chose a different profession.
I channeled my post-college self and reframed my career background and experiences to return to how I can serve the elderly. I had focused on health care, advocacy and hands-on careers but my true passion is public administration.
It was hard to put myself out there to step out of my comfort zone. I could easily have remained where I was and be complacent.
I felt affirmed yesterday when I went out in the field and shadowed my coworker. It happened to be at the sister community of my former one, the environment familiar. I had perspective viewing things on the regulatory side and as we sat at lunch my coworker commented that my pathway is very different from our peers and my background and experiences are most welcome.
I often remind myself that the title, salary, education or things that I own don’t define me but I would be lying to you. The opportunities that I have been given do rely on some of those things such as my education and the jobs I have held before. I desire things such as an updated vehicle to get me where I need to be.
I praise God and continue to practice patience and humility. He has other plans for me.
My pursuits have always been to serve the older population and, as lucrative as the private sector can be, the non-profit/public sectors align with my upbringing and my personal mission statement. As I sat among my peers at an all-staff meeting and listened to the agenda and discussion, my focus became crystal clear. I am grateful to have a seat at this table.
I know my why. My love language is service, after all.