Deja Vu

"The seventeenth of June in the year 2005 will be my last day. As much as I hate(d) my job, I find the ending to be almost bittersweet. I can hear my crew going, "what about us, why are you leaving?" I can hear the managers in the front office going, "Don't leave yet. What about the company? What about your action plans you were implementing?" You know what...

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all."
- May 31, 2005

In a move that's starting to become all too familiar, I'm leaving Progressive.

I'm not sure what day. I'm not sure what time. But I know it'll be soon. Would I like to stay longer? Definitely. Its a great company with awesome benefits and a fantastic set of ideals. Unfortunately, what they need from me and what I want from them aren't going to match up. I need to get to the Upstate office (Greenville), they need warm bodies in the Pee Dee office (Florence). Unless an impass comes through, I highly doubt that come the week of January 8th I'll still be employed for the 3rd largest auto insurer in the country.

Dissappointed? A little. I'd really like to stay for a little resume stability (and for not having the move my 401(k)). But the end will justify the means. A few years back I'll look back and go, "It was fun. But I really needed to move on."