Archive | January 2013

Home again, Home again

It’s now day 8 of my “in between jobs” period.  Well actually it’s 8 and a half days.  Not counting the weekend.  I don’t feel like I am not working really.  I’m not bored.  I’m not sitting on the couch with a bag of chips.  I have read more than usual, but then usually that happens after Christmas when I ransack all my daughter’s good books.  I picked a about a  two-week period to be home because I figured it would take a while for me to not be feeling like I have to get up at the crack of dawn and drive an hour.  That’s been awesome, by the way.  I also figured by then I would actually be yearning to go back to work.  Hmm, I’m not sure about that.  I am really enjoying this stage.

For the first two days I cleaned and organized tirelessly.  I kept having that feeling that I only had a few days.  Then I sort of got used to the fact that I had more days.  But I still haven’t had a ton of spare time to learn to weave or make rugs or anything.  This week I helped some friends paint their house, had an absolutely lovely time wandering around Wegmans and other stores with yummy healthy food, and I even made soup.  Soup!   I have 7 days still of my “adjustment period” and I can’t wait to see what next week brings.  (Maybe even more soup)  You got it, tomorrow is booked already.

Next week, I think I might make some cookies.  I know I really need to sit down with that novel I have had hanging over my head with only the teeny ending to figure out, but the characters have been sort of quiet lately.   I’m sure other things will make themselves known and I really don’t think I will get to experience that boredom.





Saying Goodbye

The last few weeks have been full of good bye’s.  In fact this whole month has really.  My company has decided to outsource a whole lot of us worker bees so we all were told many months ago that “the end was near”  and so we planned, and waited, and waited.  The end kept getting postponed for various reasons, but finally the good byes started.  After having to say good-bye to many of my coworkers and friends, it’s now my turn.  Boy am I ready.  What I was not ready for was my last day.  I hate saying good-bye.  I cry during tissue commercials so I know this one is gonna be bad.  It’s also bad when someone else is.  it’s so contagious.  I really was thinking maybe I could skip out with out anyone noticing.

I keep thinking though that Facebook and other sites have made it so much easier to keep in contact with those coworkers who you really have a connection with.  No more of those awkward decisions about who should be the first one to call, now we an all keep in touch and see pictures and make jokes without having to really feel that separation.

I’m not a hugely social person, but I have made some very good friends at work, and I am  appreciative of the fact that I can stay in touch with them.

It’s definitely a bittersweet feeling.  I know there will be some tears, after 6 years of coming to the same leaky drafty mold filled office building.  I’ll definitely miss it.  Oh and I’ll miss the cafe too, with its bitter strong coffee and ever-changing prices.  I think I can survive the transition though and I will look forward to changing from an hour commute to a ten minute one.  I know it will take a while before I stop worrying about this place or wondering if the workload is getting lighter.

At last I can look forward to some much-needed relaxation…and cleaning.

This kids, however, are not going to enjoy this break as much as I am.  I’ll be able to bug them more about homework and buckle down on the chore chart, and don’t even mention the healthier food.  Hooray!