The last two days have been spent evaluating candidates for a new position opening up in our organization. It's a bitter/sweet kind of thing, because I recommended the creation of this unit back in 1996 and it is FINALLY coming into existence. The bitter part is that it is the unit which is being formed to support and implement the software that I developed for our organization's main computerized task. I will not be involved at all in this new unit, when I and just about everyone else expected that I would be the new manager.

Funny old world, this. When the power-hungry saw what a boost this now-successful software would be to their career, all of a sudden they took an interest and took credit, describing my contribution as sub-clerical. (All she did was test it and make a few suggestions. Anyone could have done it).

It was hard, at first, to accept the unfulfilled expectations and the thwarted intentions, but once I realized that the cause of my upset was my own expectations for the future and my own intention to get positions created for a unit that I myself would manage, but it wasn't going to be that way, then I was okay with it. I have other things to do with my life and other abilities to explore and grow into strengths. Today I completed my farewell, though I didn't realize I was doing so until I had exited the interview for the last candidate and inked in the exam results. I said, "good-bye and good luck" and that is the last participation for me in that wonderful, exciting, complex multi-million dollar project. I hope it has a long and productive life.

The third source of upset is undelivered communications. And I am communicating now that the time has come and once again the Great Wheel of Life has turned to a new sector. What's next, I wonder?