It’s Sunday night.

Typically I would be picking out my work clothes for Monday, figuring out what to take to the office for lunch. Usually I would spend some time with my eyes closed, giving myself a “The Secret”-style pep talk about how I kick ass and slay dragons on Monday, hoping the power of intention and positive affirmations can override the brutal truth that I just don’t like my job anymore. And even worse, that I’m no longer good at it.   

Truth be known, I was born a geek… I think in if-statements and my nights are filled with dreams where I work out just the right sequence of events for maximum efficiency of… whatever crazy technicolor scenario… But I’m a dinosaur, and the tech world is no longer the OK Corral where I can be the End-All-Be-All of my little standalone system – application manager, systems analyst, project manager, developer, tester, release manager, and production support.

Today’s world of Enterprise applications, webex, bridgelines, Big Brother compliance, hyper-enthusiasm, compelled engagement, multitasking, global collocation, SDLC, SharePoint, procedural quicksand, and Agile-there-is-no-I-in-team, does not make for satisfying work. I can’t seem to find a sense of personal accomplishment at the end of the day.

So, I decided to leave. It’s not you, it’s me.

Tonight is the first Sunday night of my metamorphosis. I rested and reset my brain over the weekend, and Monday I’ll begin spinning my cocoon…