Today is my 6 year anniversary at work.
While most of my more serious romantic relationships tend to spoil around the 2-year mark, this could very well be considered my longest relationship to date. For a girl who didn't want to make a single year commitment at this place, I sure have stuck around for a long time.
Truth is, six years isn't even all that great since I won't receive another week of vacation until next year. So, it's really just another tally mark next to the five I've already carved into the underside of my desk. I hate to say it, but I honestly don't anticipate hitting the decade mark here. And it's not a fear of being fired or "let go," it's that I don't have the desire to spend so many more years in a job I don't love.
I've been applying to jobs here and there and sadly (or fortunately, whatever your POV is) I haven't heard back from any of them.
I just applied for my dream job! Change can be scary, but I would truly LOVE going to work every day. Praying with my fingers crossed!
— Krista Key (@kikiloveleigh) January 16, 2014
Anyway, it's not like anyone knows I've been working here for half a dozen years, so I'm going to celebrate when I get home with a big glass of vino.