Shrek II theme song

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes....
You ever wonder how ready you are for change? I mean, at times I found it terrifying, seldom exhilirating, and usually not something I was prepared for. Never affected whether changes happened or not, but it was always something to think about.
Today at work there were changes. I am leaving my beloved door division and moving to building materials. One of the people in building materials is moving to purchasing and one of the people in purchasing is moving to a newly created position.
On one level it is a pretty minor change. I might move from my mini-monster cubicle-type desk to the window seat with desk where Mark currently sits. But it is in the same building with the same people and, after all, the root activity, customer service and selling, remains unchanged. The only thing changing is the product I am selling.
It really is not a huge deal but in a lot of ways it is. When TVBS was going under and I got the job at Huttig it was in the door division. I went to work building doors and that was a completely new experience for me. When I moved inside and starting selling doors, again...new experience where I was learning new words, phrases, how doors were put together, and so forth. It was a lot of new knowledge.
Now I am going back to building materials, something I know a lot more about. And I am pretty happy that the people in that end fought to have me move there instead of bringing in someone new because they like me and respect my work. But it is still leaving what brought me to Huttig.
In a lot of ways this is not even a topic worth talking about. The change in some ways is so minor as to not even be a change. But let's put this in perspective.
My first "real" job I was at for a year and a half. My second job I was at for I think 12 years. Changes were few and far between other than taking on additional responsibilities as I was promoted. After all, I have always been a hard worker and people are pretty regularly fooled into liking me.
Then when I moved just 8 miles up the road, changes started happening. That store went through 4 managers inside of 2 years before going out of business. THen I changed jobs to Huttig. Then I made a drastic job change within Huttig. Then I found out about the lies Andrea told about the miscarriages or non-pregnancies or whatever actually happened. Then Dad remarried. I went back to school. Lots of major, major changes.
My life which had been so smooth and clear-pathed has been pretty much constant change ever since the day I moved to the Scappoose TVBS. Some of the change has been good...I loved my time in the doors shop. Getting away from a woman who constantly lied and committed adultery is a pretty good change. Learning new skills and furthering my education has been fantastic. Buying my dream car is pretty cool too.
But now when there is change I get nervous. What if I can't do building materials anymore? What if the pace is too frenetic or people don't like me? There is a lot that can go wrong here. Not to mention it seems pretty likely I will be changing my church attendance patterns. Ivan thinking I am undermining his credibility actually DID undermine his credibility. I think so much less of him now it is not even funny.
After all, if someone questions a teaching or belief, if you take it personally and feel the need to lash out then you are certainly not secure in your belief or leadership. Such a question is not a personal attack in any way, shape or form.
But without getting sidetracked, there has been a lot of change and sometimes I wonder if there will ever again be a period of stability in my life. Not that change is bad...it is just that the older I get the less comfortable I am with it. That and the lurking fear of failure. Be that as it may, the sun is shining, the stupid little ice cream truck is rolling by, and I want to finish Vine Deloria Jr.'s fine book on Native Americans of the Pacific Northwest. Flipping a page is a pretty good change.