If you ever want to know just how much — or little — you are appreciated, just leave.
Soon after giving the newspaper my two weeks notice, I started slowly making the rounds to my “regulars.” My regular sources, my movers and shakers in the community. Some I called. Some I emailed. Some I met with in person. Some unbeknown to me had become my friends.
I was surprised at the response
“You go, girl!” I got in response to telling the sheriff’s office public information officer where I would be headed for my next job. He actually took the time to call me back after I sent him a brief email of my soon-to-be departure. People told me they appreciated that I was letting them know I was leaving, that it’s been great working with me. That I’ve been professional and always wrote balanced and just stories.
I told them that I was just doing my job. Many of them said that not all reporters do that though.
A few even heard from others that I was going to be leaving, and sent me kind words.
What surprised me even more was that my coworkers threw me a pizza party today for my last deadline day. And, one pizza was veggies with bacon (because they know I am a vegetarian who only eats bacon).
Is ending this “chapter” of my life bitter sweet? Or, is it “Sweet! Because I am bitter!”? I don’t know. Maybe a little of both.
Veggie bacon pizza isn’t actually that bad either.