Always a Goonie

My husband says that I’m not the verbose person in the world.  He’s right, I’m not.  I spend most of the time stuck in my own head so it makes conversation a bit difficult because rarely will I share what I’m thinking.  Drives my husband insane. The past three weeks, I’ve been abnormally quiet.  After much deliberation, list making and general internal introspection, I’ve decided to leave my position as Research Manager for MediaOnePA.

I don’t make decisions lightly, so leaving a job that I love and have had for the past 13 years is a bit difficult.  I started with the company in November of 1999, a short six months after I graduated college.  To say that I was a quiet and shy person when I started with the company would be a huge understatement.  I was fine once I got to know people, but I’ve always been extremely guarded, of course, that was before I met some of the craziest and most supportive people on the planet.

People who work in the advertising business are crazy.  Seriously, they are crazy.  They also happen to be some of the most creative people in the world.  Over the past 13 years, I’ve met some interesting characters.  Some have been great, others not so much.  All have made an impact on my life for the good or the bad. For me, the constant change of people, job duties and deadlines helped me thrive.  I was the constant in an ever changing environment.

Now, I’m not the constant.  My life is changing and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel.  On one hand, I’m super excited and nervous to start another adventure.  To be one of those people who have taken the leap and moved on to the next challenge in their life.  On the other hand, I’m sad.  I know what it’s like when your co-workers/friends leave.  Plus, I hate putting anyone in position where they have to pick up extra work because of me.

I’ve had some of the greatest experiences of my life here that I really don’t think I would have gotten working anywhere else. (Seriously, I got to see U2 at the First Union center in a corporate suite.  It’s not often you can go see Justin Timberlake in his suite because he happens to be attending the same concert on the same night.  He is super hot by the way.)  I’ve also made some really great friends who know me better than my own family.  My team is our own little island in a sea of chaos.  Always the constant and now I’m rocking the boat. I’m going to miss their humor, whit, sarcasm and antics. (Just last week they locked a member in the closet with a bungee cord. It was hilarious.)  It’s rare that you have a job that you like and rarer that you like all the people.

Monday morning isn’t going to be the same for me or them. That makes me sad, but as much as I going to miss everyone, I know I’m making the right decision for me and my family.  Whatever, I needed to accomplish here is done.  It’s time for someone else to take the reins.

To quote The Goonies, “Goonies never say die.”  I’ll always be a Goonie even when I’m not here.

(P.S. – I’m not leaving Smart blog.  You’re not getting rid of me that quickly.)

Courtney Cashour

Courtney Cashour is mother of The Boy. Wife to Bill. She has an Eidetic memory (photographic). She is often found muttering to herself, swearing or humming Green Day’s "American Idiot." Has been known to fall over randomly while standing still.

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