My daily routine was once getting up at 6 in the morning, showering, filling a thermos of coffee and driving to my job. Once there, I went to the cafeteria where I bought my standard breakfast and was greeted by the cafeteria workers who knew me by name. At my desk, and through the technology of the 24/7 world, I would scan through emails sent to me through all hours of the night and print out the ones that needed attention. I would then start deleting the emails selling another version of some product I bought once, announcements that failed to excite me and an occasional letter from some guy in Nigeria who claimed he found my name in a list of those who were to receive thousands of dollars for being a kind hearted soul. All he needed was my banking information.
To say the least, it was an interesting and challenging time. Through it all, I never thought about when it would end and what I would do when it was over. Last fall, it did come to an end. The company moved to Atlanta and either took with it some very talented people or displaced those talents forcing them to find a career path elsewhere. Some are still looking for the satisfaction they once felt in their former job. In general, a piece was taken out of us when the company closed its doors in Montvale and only now do I realize how much I miss those people and what I had.
What I had was a place in a corporate structure where I fit in and made a difference. I look at my Facebook list of friends and many from my company are my friends. I love being able to keep tabs on their lives and still feel connected. It isn’t like the interaction of coming into the office and talking about some worldwide event, or sharing a personal experience or gossiping about a corporate-wide development. It is just a few words on a page and I can only hit “like” to let them know I saw their post and have smiled.
Last Friday, one of the alumni (the one who started the Facebook page for the alumnus) got us together for a reunion. It was great. We connected and reminisced or caught up. I enjoyed chatting with those I hadn’t seen in a while and even talking to those I use to just passed in the hall. I missed them all.
Listening to those who went on to other jobs, I am aware more so now how smart and dedicated these former co-workers are. I know because many were not just workers; they solved problems, created new systems and made changes to streamline productivity. That takes talent.
I am one of the lucky ones. I will never work in a 9 to 5 job again (hopefully) and have ended my career on a high note. It was the best of times working at MBUSA and it will never be upstaged by another. For me, it was the best or nothing. I had the best.