Post Job, Day 9: Lingering afterthoughts

I've realized something as I wrote that last post, and I'm not sure how I want to word it. ...well, let's try this...

With regards to continuing work at the National Center even though everyone laid off has left there are twofold reasons:
1) When I was hired, I told my bosses that I would attempt to stay for my full, two-year commitment. That's not to say I didn't bitch and moan during that time, wishing I could leave or be doing anything more interesting then making adjustments to someone's contact information. I did plenty of that. Heck, I even wanted to leave a few times. I straight up told my boss I was ready to leave. That I was looking for other jobs and would leave the second I found one. He supported it. Not surprisingly, Steve saw that I was unhappy, unchallenged, and in need of change and made ever accommodation that I could interview for other positions or make my schedule flexible. So, he's the reason I'm doing what I'm doing. I know that when I tell people that I want to stay for my full two-year commitment it sounds noble and wonderful, but it really has to do with Steve. The guy gets crapped on day-in and day-out, and I want to help him out as best I can until I leave. Sure, it doesn't make up for the complaints and bitching in his office, but it's something, I think.
2) When I'm not there, I feel a difference. Not in me, necessarily, - although that is fairly evident in that the job gives me some semblance of structure and purpose - but in another person. A person I don't want to see sad. When I come in, there's a difference. That's all I'm saying.

So, I'm committed to staying there until December 1st because of Steve and, well, because I want to be there for someone. Someone whom I would buy a Juan Valdez Pod Coffee Maker for. ...on second thought, that thing's kind of ugly. Next Woot Off item!