For every season turn, turn

The neutral first: I’ve reworked the CSS and a few graphics for my website. I find it really interesting to see where it has been: The Earliest surviving incarnation, known as the list and scribble period, The Black and Grey, I’m over utilizing an MT CSS sheet period, The Black and Blue, the MT CSS sheet, in blue, and The Dark Blue and Black, without any MT CSS influences. Now we’re at Black, Light Blue and Orange. Should be fun.

The good second: I’ve accepted a promotion at work. It promises to be an interesting time at work, and I know lots of changes are coming down the pipe.

The bad third: The other internal candidate, a friend and co-worker, who applied for the position I accepted is being let go.

This is one of those intellectual emotional disconnects for me. On an intellectual level I understand the strategy that necessitated letting my friend go. On the emotional level I’m angered, annoyed, and frustrated via proxy. My friend executed his position well he just didn’t quite have the polish, nor the political savvy.

There is a part of me that feels a bit guilty for being the one with the position, I’ve been with the company about half the time that my friend has, but I’m the one going full time. The other part of me knows that I took the application and interviewing process much more seriously than my friend.

There are a whole bunch of similarities in this situation to the situations I went through in January 2003. I played a different set of parts in that melodrama than I do now, but the feelings are similar. I feel a bit guilty, hurt by proxy, and frustrated with “the system”.

I know things will turn out well for my friend. The crap that I went through in January 2003 put me on the course I’m on now. In hindsight, January 2003 was the beginning of a period that forced me to grow; But that period really really sucked while I was in it, but it is really important and helpful for me now. Since then, I’ve taken a huge number of risks and for the most part they’ve paid off. But, I had to be shooed out of the nest to begin with.