Moving On

My buddy quit his job yesterday. He used to work with me, and he's decided to go back to his former job in DC. When he told me he had turned in his two weeks' notice and was heading back north, I was disappointed, but not terribly surprised. He's one of these guys who changes jobs every year (sometimes twice a year), and while I thought he was generally happy with things down here, I guess he wasn't. Apparently The Itch was too much for him to ignore and he switched jobs yet again.

Bummer. I hope he's happy going back to a job he already quit once. I tend to stick around and have a harder time moving on than most people my age, I guess. I've been at the same job for the last five years with no intent to move; before that I was at one job for almost four. (And that job sucked!) Most people my age move every, what, two or three years? I guess I could look it up.

I wonder how much of that has to do with how I was raised. My dad has held exactly one job since I was born, and it's all I've ever known him to do. I lived in the same house from birth until I was, I think, 17. On the one hand, maybe I'm getting the shaft by not moving around all the time and getting more and more money...on the other hand, maybe the roots I'm putting down will one day allow me to move into a better position for me and my family.

Well, right now I feel like I've got a good thing going. Until that changes, I don't plan to go anywhere.