My resignation is bittersweet. I hate to leave Jennifer and the agents. Jennifer has been instrumental in my college and professional career. We work well together and I respect the work she does. She is well respected in her field and I know she is going to continue to do BIG things. We have shared successes together and we have shared Cokes on days that were less than fair. Our friendship has only deepened over the last 3 years and to see someone almost every day for 3 years and then up and leave is hard.
Then there are the agents. The agents are my clientele. I have nearly 400 agents that I communicate with and answer their questions. My job is to keep them happy and respond to their requests. Some of the agents have become good friends and I love when I can visit with them. I admire the work they do. They are true game changers in their communities. They work towards improving citizens' behaviors, increasing citizens' knowledge, and ultimately change the social, economic, and environmental conditions of their county. I stand in awe at what all they accomplish each week and the hours they put in. Their passion for their job is inspiring to me and I know that they don't do it for the money; agents do their job because they like helping people. Needless to say, they are a mighty fine group to be around and learn from.
I ate a FAIR amount of that cake! |
But before I can explore new challenges and new chapter, I must finish this wonderful chapter that is MITT. Today was a great celebration with people that I love. These people have answered my questions and helped me out when I have found myself in pickles.
Jennifer, Nicole, and Jeanne hosted a great party with wonderful food and presented me with a beautiful monogrammed silver jewelry box. Dr. Ann Vail, Dr. Laura Stephenson, Jeanne, and Jennifer spoke and their words were incredibly touching and sincere. I knew without a doubt that I wasn't going to cry however, when Laura starting speaking, my throat tightened up and I knew I was losing a fighting battle. I was a wreck by the time Jennifer started to speak. We have been dreading this moment for weeks now. Jennifer did a great job holding herself together whereas I wiped every bit of my concealer off with my tears.
Jennifer, Nicole, myself, and Jeanne |
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