Today is the last Friday and weekend in which I still need to go to work on Monday. Next Friday is my last day.
It’s almost all over.
No more celebrity sightings. No more diva requests. No more international travel accomodations to arrange. No more office politics to tiptoe through. No more boss to keep happy through filtering and screening and representation. No more beautiful courtyard office.
People… I’m coming out of the closet as to where I work. What are they going to do? Fire me? For almost 4 years I’ve worked in the music division of Warner Bros. Studios. I’ve worked on almost all their releases in some capacity or another during that time. I’ve read scripts. I’ve seen the prereleases. I’ve navigated the bureaucracy that goes along with all large companies.
I’m coming home to be with my children, and the rest of my family.
This is the right decision, but I’m losing some stuff to do it. The beautiful sunlit office I painstakingly decorated and that nearly all guests commented on. It was calm, and a beautiful place in which to spend my days. I’m losing the status of being a real worker on a real studio lot, and reading reading real scripts, and having a real ID. I’m losing the on lot Starbucks. I’m losing those beautiful grounds I worked on. I’m losing all the fun good stuff, along with the bad stuff that always is in any job. I’m losing the actual thank you credit I have on most of our soundtrack albums. I’m losing the status I have among the people who know me in my real life. I was sort of the “made it” story amongst those that know me, and know what I went though over a decade ago.
I’m going through a bit of a grieving process, to let it go. I’m going to be a work at home mom, with her own business. There will be no ER celeb sightings. There will be no recording sessions. There will be no potential glamour. For goodness sake, my boss goes to the Grammys as a matter of course!
And so as I go through the rest of this weekend into my last week… I’m going to say goodbye in my head to the little things, and make the necessary transitions in my head to the different life I’m going to lead.
Do you think I can get through Thursday’s goodbye lunch without crying?
Giving up some of those things will certainly be hard. Our world tells us that they are ‘good’. But how much more will you be blessed when you are home? I know you’ll make it! Congratulations on a job well done and the opportunity to come home to your boys.