Something came over me today while sitting idly at work on a gloomy Thursday morning in downtown Los Angeles. After a brief group meeting with my coworkers and supervisor regarding a couple issues on our team, I decided to pull the trigger by submitting my transfer request to actually make a move I have been contemplating over the past several months. I realize I am constantly marinating in entrepreneurial juices and dreaming of more independence, a shorter (or non-existent) drive to work, and more personal satisfaction so today I chose to throw my name in the theoretical transfer hat. By doing so, I am now eligible to relocate my work location to our local office, which is all of 17 minutes from Hugo’s and my humble abode. Additional, hugely positive perks to this move for me include not having to drive on a freeway, should I choose to avoid it, being centrally located just a few short blocks from Whole Foods and other stores we frequent, and working in a more stimulating and rewarding environment. You can’t go wrong with any of those points.
Once I announced this radical change to my closest coworkers, I received a lot of kind backlash about my decision. As one of my dearest partners physically ripped up and destroyed my original paperwork, in a loving gesture to avoid my departure, my other friends expressed their anger at my decision and sadness about my future absence. Not going to lie – it felt really nice to realize just how loved I am amongst my small, close-knit group. It is pretty cool how we travel through these small circles in life, inside some of which we form true bonds and friendships with a select few special people we encounter. I also shared my plans via text with my other friends from my prior work assignments; they shared in my excitement and reflected on the fun times we have had working together in the past. While I sometimes grow frustrated with work in general, it is nice when these sweet moments creep in, humbly reminding me of the good that does exist in this environment.
Just prior to submitting my transfer paperwork today, I knocked on my supervisor’s office door and stepped inside. I asked him if he had a moment to chat, to which he agreed, so I stepped forward to approach his desk. I was nervous because of the nature of the situation. I could feel my heart pounding heavy in my chest, neck and jaw, leading me to believe it was visible from those around me. I pressed on because I wanted to take a moment to explain why I was about to submit this surprising piece of paperwork to this man that sat at his desk before me, respecting the fact that he deserved a short explanation rather than silence on my part.
I told him how I had been contemplating the career move for quite a while and today’s meeting made the decision for me, as he, being my supervisor, was now implementing some drastic procedural changes that negatively affected our work schedule and conditions. Because of this, during today’s meeting, the decision was easy and essentially made for me. Since then, Hugo has expressed how proud he is of me, for being bold by voicing my reasoning for requesting a change to my supervisor, which was no easy task. I too am proud of myself, mainly for making this morning the last moment I dealt with being upset about things I had the ability to change – instead, I made this morning the time I made a bold move to improve my life, one less crappy, Los Angeles rush hour commute at a time.