A Packrat’s Junk Drawer

I am something of a packrat.  I hold on to stuff that many people would call junk, but that I’ve attached some measure of sentimentality to.  I have movie tickets from nights out with friends that date back decades.  The ink has faded off to the point where I can’t make out the film titles anymore, but still I keep them.  I also have a pencil and scorecard from a mini golf outing that I used on a date.  The relationship never went anywhere (perhaps Putt-Putt wasn’t an ideal first date location) but there’s no way I’m getting rid of those souvenirs.  I even kept an envelope a friend sent me a collection of Canadian candy in.  Why?  I don’t know, it doesn’t make any sense.  It’s just special to me.

Tonight I  was rummaging around and came across a couple of my old work ID badges.  In case you’d like to take a look, I’ve snapped a few pictures so you can see how I’ve changed over the years.  Personally, I think I look slightly more like a manatee than I used to, but I’ll leave it up for you to decide.

img_1494This first one was from Convergy’s, where I did internet tech support for At&t broadband internet service.  I was at that job about 3 years, and it closed shortly after I left.  But I met some great friends there.  People I still keep in touch with.  We had such incredible times together and so many laughs, both in and out of work.  Honestly, it was some of the best times I’ve ever had, and occasionally I miss it.  Technically, I was supposed to turn my badge in on my last day there, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  I’m pretty sure I remember this picture being taken, and I don’t think I was ready.

img_1495A few years later, I was back at a customer service related job, this time working for the local cable company.  Here I did sales and service for the television and telephone products.  One of my old supervisors from Convergy’s ended up having made their way over as well, so it was nice to see a familiar face.  But I was never happy here.  I didn’t feel like I fit in.  Even the fact that employees received free cable packages couldn’t do it for me.  While I didn’t end up staying long, I still managed to hold on to my old ID badge.  I don’t remember this photo being taken, but I do remember losing the badge the day after I got it.  I ended up finding it later in a mud puddle at the curb out front.

img_1497Finally, here’s a badge that doesn’t really fit into the packrat motif, because it’s the one use at work today.  The photo you see here was taken early on in my week of orientation at Maritz Research nearly 7 years ago.  I haven’t worked anywhere as long as I have here.  This place has burned me out, pissed me off, and made me sick to my stomach.  But there’s other days I enjoy it immensely and know how lucky I am to be there.  The schedules are flexible, and it fits really nice with my preferred nightowl lifestyle.  Do I think about leaving?  All the time.  But would I miss it?  Absolutely.  Some of the supervisors have been great, and I still hang out occasionally with one or two who have left.  Best of all, I work with a lot of terrific people, and count a couple as some of my best friends.

So those are a couple of my old work swipe cards from over the years, and one I use now.  Look how I’ve changed!  Funny, that.  I see myself in the mirror everyday, and I still think I look the same.  I’ve definitely gained some weight, but am happy to report I can still fit into the Maritz shirt from 7 years ago.  I think I’ll wear it again on my last day.

Do you have odd little keepsakes you have stowed away like a squirrel over the years?  If so, I’d love to hear what you’ve kept and why.  So, if you stumble across this post, and feel like sharing, please leave a comment, or email me at ConfidentialKorbus@gmail.com

Be seeing you.

2 thoughts on “A Packrat’s Junk Drawer

  1. About 5 years ago I had a major health scare. I had open heart surgary and though the doctors told me I would be fine, I wasn’t convinced. I purged my house of things I knew my son would not want and junk nobody would want, in the hopes that this would make it easier to pack my house up in case I died. Even though I was motivated to rid myself of unused items, I could not bring myself to get rid of my collection of board games. I have board games that go back to my childhood and board games I bought as an adult. I haven’t played any of them in years, but yet there they sit in my closet. I am aware that if they went, the memories of all the hours spent playing would remain, but yet, I cannot bring myself to get rid of them.

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