So, just because of an artbitrary convo I was having with coworker, I decided to ponder a situation that I don’t think is universal in the world of business and part time workers. We know that for the most part, people in my line of work, part-time employee’s specifically, are flaky and do not generally stay in one job for any significant length of time. They come, they go. As quickly as they left the first job they’ll leave the next, and so on until they are put into the real world and it’s time to settle down. Well, everyone who started working when I started working are still there. We are all still there, except for ex-Worker Bee G. who graduated and obviously took his A&M degree to bigger and better places. We all will do the same thing, when presented a better suited and more lucrative job. But aside from that, we have all stayed in the same place for almost a year and half. We have long since figured out our place in the office, and we have also figured out our places in the lives of everyone there. What in the world is going to happen when one of us leaves? Yes, I know. We’ll hire someone else, they’ll do the same job that person did. A part time worker is dispensable. But a friend isn’t. I realize now that I’ve gotten so comfortable in my coworkers/friends that I am scared for the next person that comes in and tries to fill their shoes. Admittedly, I don’t like change. Once I get comfortable with something, I will not change it unless there is dire need or there is something much more amazing to be obtained through it. I know that with everyone at the office being either a Junior or Senior, time is running out, and it will happen soon.

Dang if these people haven’t become a pillar in my life. My friends, my fellow worker bee’s have become the pillars in my life, the one thing that doesn’t change with the season, school year, or drama. It kinda feels like I’ve dipped my pen in the company ink for so long that I don’t have any color left in my pen except for the one I’ve been dipping in for almost a year and a half. 

Imagine you have a snow white pen, and in front of the white, virginal pen is this big vat of ink. Simply for dramatic purposes, let’s make it red ink. Day after day, hours upon hours, you dip that absorbent pen into the red ink. It only makes sense that the dominant color in the pen is going to be red. So, when you take out the red and have to start over with a new purple mix of colors, it makes sense that it would take a long time for the pen to adjust to a new color mix.

Corny, yes, but doesn’t that illustrate my point that starting over now with new workers would take some serious adjusting? I’m not good at adjusting. I’m not good at change. Even though I know it’s going to happen at some point, I’m going to continue my “Ignorance is Bliss” lifestyle and I’ll let you know when that mentality fails me.