It's an update and it's technically the weekend though it's not an update about the weekend. I know, it's all so complex.
So here it is....
The nine-bazillion resumes I have been sending out for the last year, applying for jobs that I was either under or over qualified for, resulted in LANDING ME A NEW JOB!
So exciting. no really - SO EXCITING!!
My place of employment for the last 5 years offered me friendships that I had never had in a work environment and a closeness shared with most that is difficult to put into words. The word co-worker just doesn't seem appropriate. This group of amazing individuals watched me start infertility treatments, finish my Bachelor of Science degree, get pregnant, have a miscarriage, decide to become a foster parent, go through foster parent training, open our home to two beautiful little girls, watch two beautiful little girls become reunified with parents who fooled the system into thinking they were living a clean life. These people supported me as I struggled to find my feet after my husband of 8 years decided to end our marriage, watch me move in with my mother, watch me move out of my mom's house, watch me move to an apartment, watch me go on my first- post separation date, watch me fall in love, watch me move again, supported me endlessly when my dad suffered a heart attack and when my Grandpa Joe passed away, watched me meet an amazing man who lived 30 miles away and wanted me to wake up by him each and every day.
And the thought of not waking up next to him each and every day was simply not an option for me.
I didn't love the commute though. I didn't have a problem until we went to a 4/10 schedule and then I got tired. Um, maybe tired isn't the right word. Exhaustion? Yeah, that sounds about right.
Being at work, every morning at 6:30 AM meant that I needed to get up at 4:30 AM, so I could leave at 5:30 to sit in traffic and walk in door at work at 6:30 AM. I loved having Friday's off, however, I was only half awake on those days. It drove me mad, literally mad. I became a grump, ugh and pissy. A pissy grump is not fun to live with, by the way.
All the while, life still is expected to go on; school, girl, scouts, kids, nieces, nephews, holidays, parents, laundry, bills. We would go to the movies and 10 minutes into the show I was asleep, snoring, out. It was the same if I was a passenger in the car. I slowly started to feel like I was 90 and I would go to sleep on weeknights around 8:30 PM or 9:00 PM. I not only felt 90 years old, I was living life like I was 90.
So, I decided to make getting a new job my new priority, in a bleak economy. It's about as fun as it sounds. And I caught a break, found a Human Resources job at a local community college where my drive includes looking at beautiful farm landscape and three different groups of cows that belong to a handful of dairies. Surely, not your typical Southern California landscape but for the girl who is a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll. I LOVE IT.
What I miss....
Those amazing people that I worked with, at my last job. The good news is that I get to see them today at a first birthday for one of their kiddos. I miss them all - each and every day.
And the answer plagues me, why can't we have it all? The great friends at work, with the great job, that is close to home.
