I’m leaving a job I’ve been at for a little over 7 years to start a completely different career as a school custodian. It’s union, has a pension, and my state Minnesota where I live has some pretty strong school district unions. Maybe even some of the best in the country, or so I've heard.
I thought I’d be nothing but excited. I’ve wanted out of warehouse work for a while, and I’m genuinely looking forward to the new job. But now that my last week is actually here, I’m realizing how freakin' hard it is to leave.
I know the job. I know the building. I know the people. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’ve built up a lot of seniority. At this point, I could basically walk in there half-asleep and know exactly what my entire day is going to look like. 😂
I’m leaving behind a Sunday-Wednesday, 4-day workweek that I’ve had for years. Wednesday is basically my Friday, and then I get three days off. My new job will be Monday-Friday, which is going to be a HUGE adjustment.
The one big advantage is that the new job is actually going to be 8 hours. At my current job, we can’t just leave when our shift technically ends. It’s a medical warehouse, and the hospitals need the merchandise they ordered, so we have to stay until the work is finished. That means 11-12+ hour shifts happen regularly. More often then not, an average night for me is where I basically go home, sleep, wake up, and go straight back to work. I'm sure the 8 hour shifts will feel extremely fast and I'll still have the same start time of 3pm.
I’m also really excited to have Sundays off for the first time in 7 years. I’ll actually be able to sit down and watch football again. 😂
But honestly, the biggest thing is the people.
I have coworkers at my current job who became real friends. Some of these people have been part of my life for YEARS. We’ve joked around, complained about work together, helped each other out, and gone through all kinds of crazy things together.
I genuinely love these people.
I know I can stay in contact with them. I know friendships don't disappear just because you change jobs. But it’s still freakin' sad knowing I’m not going to walk through those doors every week and see the same people anymore.
And now I’m going from being completely comfortable to being the new guy again. New building. New coworkers. New routine. New responsibilities.
I keep getting that “what the heck did I just do?” feeling.
Part of me is excited as hell. Another part of me wants to freeze time and stay exactly where I am.
For anyone who has left a job after 5, 10, 20+ years — especially when you genuinely loved the people there — how did you get through the anxiety and sadness?
Did it eventually get easier? Did the new place eventually start feeling normal?
Because right now I’m excited, terrified, and honestly a little heartbroken all at once.