Big change is rubbish

Sorry about the delay.

Going back to that life disappearing post. I wish it weren't the case, but that's intensified ten fold. Pretty soon it's going to be like starting all over again, because I am indeed going to have to start all over again. I'm moving campaigns (not by choice, but through necessity) at work and that involves starting at the very bottom rung of a brand new ladder. I've known this for maybe a week now and it's still not sitting right with me. Sure everyones got to do it, but they all seem happier about it than ever could be. I just fail to see the up side....although admittedly that has always been my problem.

It's at this point I have to praise the inventor of the blog. Admittedly this morning I am feeling quite lazy and I've only managed one quick look, but I can't quite seem to find out who that is. Even the great (although somewhat inaccurate at times) Wikipedia has let me down in that regard. Did I ever tell you about the news story I read the other week? Someone posted on Wikipedia that Marty Pellow (the singer in Wet wet wet) had died. People started putting together memorials and stuff, right up until the point his agent went and made a statment claiming that he is in fact alive and well.

Anyway, I got sidetracked. Where was I? Ah yes. The blog, with my constant writing and little need for thought has unlocked an idea. A spark of hope, and sometimes that's all you need. Although, it's not a big spark. Anyway, it is a way to start again. A chance to try and work my way up a ladder that maybe isn't so difficult to climb. Then again, there'll be people who have been there for years and I won't have a snowball's chance. That and I've no idea about the job yet. I might not even be able to do it.

My main grumbling points are as follows:

• I hate change. Yes, sometimes it can be good. Othertimes (as I have proven last year, and I'm sure you can guess which event this refers to) change can be very very bad. Hopefully the stigma of this old attempted change will not follow me and cripple me again.
• It means saying goodbye to at least a few people. Not everyone is going to the same place and in this sort of working environment this can mean that you may never see these people again. Sure there's some I'll make an effort to stay in contact with, but there's also the people you just get used to being there. The people you automatically say hello to as you come in, exchange a few pleasantry's (not sure of the spelling there) and be on your merry way. Sometimes it's the kind words of a near stranger that could get you through the day.
• I don't know if I'll be able to handle the job. I'll never know 'till I'm trying to do it.
• I have a feeling that we'll be outcasts. Sure we'll huddle together like hunted rabbits, if indeed rabbits do this, but it's not the same. Going from being knowing everyone on a campaign to knowing barely anyone is a scary proposition.
• That whole new ladder thing
• Less hours
• It's easy to have seen them as the enemy in the past. To be consumed by them feels somewhat of a defeat. Like we've lost a war we didn't know the rules of and we've been conscripted into the enemy camp. (I like this analogy. It seems to sumarise everything).

However, I don't think any of this will motivate me to find another job. I know. Idiot.