I got back to work after our holiday shutdown to learn of the death of Betty, our beloved cashier-and-more in the cafeteria. I think of the lyrics of the Jackson Brown song, "For a Dancer:" "I thought you'd always be around."
Right after that I learned that my manager's boss was leaving the company. A week later I learned what that meant to me. Her transition plan, which her manager accepted, had my manager moving to manage the other part of her organization, and a direct report individual contributor of hers managing my manager's team. (Follow that? There will be a quiz.)
I hate losing Kristy as a manager, though I think Lorre will be OK. But Kristy was the one last person I worked with in our local office. Lorre is in Houston. So I'm not working for Kristy and Betty is not in the cafeteria. There's really no reason to go into the office at all, except on the days I meet with my spiritual director. The one-hour (plus or minus - mostly plus) commute is pretty much pointless, given the time zones of the people I work with, and the fact that I can be up and running and online shortly after 7:00 a.m. when I work from home.
I'm still trying to wrap my mind around what that change will look like.