transfer eat id I always knew that my transfer was around the corner, certainly I had earned a chance to work in some other department. Working my last day together with the elite others, those with high seniority, others who were just lucky to be there, I felt a sense of relief at the end of the day. That kind of responsibility was a burden for me and I welcomed its end. Sitting at the coffee shop with Gary, later, it occured to me that I had too readily accepted this transfer. Not for the sake of my old job, no, but the fear came upon me that I was suddenly underqualified, inexperienced, totally unprepared. It would be a whole new start - and I would never again start my day to the sound of Blair's voice, the smell of Gary's coffee next to me in the morning meeting. Dave's walk and brisk run at the sound of my andon, no more. It wasn't a sad feeling, just an end. What do endings feel like though? Like endings - and what comes next is the fear of the unknown and the knitting of yourself back into another you. 060219 what's it to you? who go blather from