The Hum Drum

I don't like my job anymore. Well, that's not true. I like it well enough but I'm burnt out on the company I work for. They are nice people and have treated me very well for the most part. I just don't feel like I fit anymore. It isn't a big thing really; I wasn't planning on staying there forever anyway. I've been there 6 years now and all the 'neat things' I had contributed before have run the course and are now other peoples' 'neat things'. I have people now explaining to me policy and procedures that I wrote three years ago as if I didn't understand them. There are divisions of the company that use my purchasing worksheets that I created years ago. They have no memory of where they came from. They came from ME, there was nothing before. Before: Just guessing. I created sheets and sheets of elaborate excel sheets to calculate usage, lead time etc. People are using them and explaining to me that reasons for ordering certain quantities is because the work sheet told them to. I know! I wrote them. They just look at me as if I'm crazy. I couldn't have written them, because they've always been. Moses brought them down from the mountain with the 10 commandments. I've been there too long. My presence has become history. I won't even tell you about what they've done with the warehouse I designed. Sigh.