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Misplaced Loyalty, Part I


Yes, they're clean. I'm just really hard on my socks.
Yes, they're clean. I'm just really hard on my socks.

Yup.  That's a pair of my socks.

I'm really hard on socks and will wear them out before I get new ones.  A few months ago, I had to throw several pairs of ankle socks away (they had holes).  I bought a six pack of this kind because I thought it might be good to have some socks that are longer than the ankle socks I've been wearing.

I don't like them.

They're too tight at the opening and too long on my leg and I guess I'm picky about socks because I just don't like them.

But I've been sadly committed to these socks because there's nothing really wrong with them.  They serve their purpose, I paid for them, and it's too late to take them back to Target for an exchange.

So I keep wearing socks I don't like because of misplaced loyalty.

Funny, this feels like a life theme to me.

I am a loyal person.  Whenever there's one of those friendship tests floating on Facebook and the question is, "what do your friends remember you for?" and one of the answers is "loyalty," that's the answer I pick every single time.

If you are my friend, you are my friend until you've made it abundantly clear that you don't want to be my friend anymore.  If you ask me to serve on a committee or do some volunteer work, and I say yes, I will do it.  I may not like what I'm doing, but I will do it until the task is completed.  I may not ever do it again, but I will finish what I started.

I don't flake out on people.  I've always been this way, and I don't anticipate a change anytime soon.

But sometimes this loyalty becomes misplaced.

For example, my last job.

When I started it, I was excited!  I was going to be doing research and writing, something that I'd been wanting to do for a long time.  I've always wanted to be paid to write.  I'd just come from a job as a bank teller that I despised, and I wasn't particularly fond of many of my bank co-workers.  This was going to be a drastic change, and while I was excited, I was nervous about whether or not I'd like it.  It was a one year internship, so I figured I could do anything for a year.  If I hated it, I would be able to leave quietly at the end of the year and count this as more life experience.

I loved it.  And more importantly, I adored most of the people I worked with and became close friends with several of them.  At the end of the year, I got hired in a permanent position.  As in any job, there were good days and some really rough days.  Having actual friends in the workplace made the rough days manageable and the good days fantastic.

About four years ago, the director who hired me retired.  A little over a year after that, the new guy demoted me, and I became the office receptionist.

I hated it.

(Continue to Part II)


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