It was with trepidation and sweaty palms that I walked through the doors to this office three years ago.
The grey concrete with its contrasting black tinted windows stood out in a sea of gas stations and truck stops.
Would I like it here?
I’d never worked in a place like this.
The open concept office was brightly lit and inviting, office chatter and laughter bounced off the high ceilings and led me into a sea of cubicles.
One of them belonged to me.
It didn’t have a door.
It didn’t have walls that touched the roof.
How would I talk on the phone, cough, or swear without someone listening.
My anxiety quickly lifted as the friendships with my co-workers grew and our days were filled with laughter, swear words, and poking fun.
Oh and work.
I loved my job, what I did, and my colleagues.
But then, without warning, there was a decision made and I was informed that my position was being moved to a new location.
Today is my last day with the people I have worked with, grown with, and shared with for three years.
I am overcome with sadness.
I’m leaving an office where there was no office politics, no gossip, and only a comfortable happy work environment.
That is rare.
I will sincerely miss it.
I already do.