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There are many reasons I just left my job, but my co-workers were not one of them. For the last few years I worked on a corporate regional team with 4 other people and I was the only female. Originally there had been another gal but she left about a year ago and I kinda liked being the only girl. 2 of the guys are in Cincinnati and the other 2 - St. Louis. None of us have ever met face to face but we were a team and always had each other's backs. We talked every day and instant messaged each other if we didn't. We forged good working relationships and friendships in the process. I called them my boys. Still call them my boys.
Today I received a package from them, signed that way too - from "your boys". *sniff* *sniff*
Shows just how much they know me, it's all about tea!
Love you guys! I will miss you every day!
I was puppy sitting for my daughter and her husband one afternoon and as children and pets often do - Rue led me to meeting one set of neighbors. They are young, very nice (thank the good Lord) and knew some things about my house that I didn't. Apparently the people who lived here before me were .. wait for it ... HOARDERS! Which is why, apparently, they gutted the house and did a big do-over on the inside before I bought the house.
|Not my house. (at least I don't think it is!)|
This is a very strange time for me. When you work for the same company from your 20's all the way into your 50's, chances are you aren't the type to pick up and go somewhere else. And really? I never thought I would. Sometimes there comes a time when it is more difficult to stay than to leave, although that doesn't stop it from being a very sad occasion for me. Work has been a home of sorts for me for many years. My kids were toddlers when I started there! And I really wish I didn't need to go.
I'm a good worker, I've always considered myself a "worker bee". Someone who has never been interested in climbing some ladder and who would wear garlic around my neck to guard against going into management. NOT interested. I wanted to learn my job, to grow and to move up within that framework, and be the best that I could be at it. As long as I could support myself and be comfortable, life would be good. But sometimes a company cannot leave well enough alone. It makes me incredibly sad.
Next week for 5 days I will not be working at my current or my new job. It will be the first time in 25 years that I will not - technically - be working. How weird is that? Very, to me.
Oh and by the way? Don't think I'm not terrified. Yep. Scared to death.
At this point it is all about putting one foot in front of the other and moving forward. I'm putting on my big girl panties people, it's really about time.
So? What do you feed your animals??!
Have you ever written an email not meaning to send it right then and then clicked on SEND anyway? Is it Freudian, meant to be, is it because you're an idiot? Pretty sure it's that last one for me.
Really, there is so much going on right now - when my phone rang on the way home from work this evening I answered it, even though I didn't recognize the number. Very unlike me.
Me - Hello?
Him - Hi, is this BetteJo?
Me - Yes it is ...
Him - Oh hi, this is Chris and I am calling from 'whatever the name of it is' your lawncare company. I wanted to let you know that it's time for your grub application and I was wondering whether or not you were interested in that or not.
Me - Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have grubs. Sounds like a personal question to me, anyway.
Him - Oh - uh ..
I'm tired. Too much going on. You mean that wasn't a personal question? Maybe I should stick to answering calls from people I know. Yikes!
While Jakie was cleaning her toes on one end of the couch, I sat on the other end perusing apps on my phone. In categories I randomly chose 'utilities' and scrolled through. Expecting to see things that were probably located in 'productivity' and realizing I was in the wrong category I was still surprised to see THIS:
Sleeps like the dead. Unless his stomach is growling he doesn't wake up when someone comes in the room or makes normal household noises.
Why do people save the things they do? I received 2 boxes today that my brother packed up and sent to me, with items belonging to my mom that I guess he thought I might want. Not sure why exactly .. ! Can you say .. things that make you go HHMM-M-M ... ?
These things were not the heirloom pieces you might expect. There were some cups. Okay, she liked these I guess.
And then there is this ancient teddy bear .. I don't know who it belonged to. Logic would say it was my mom's when she was a kid but for some reason I'm wondering if it belonged to her brother who died before he became a teenager. But, who knows?
And what does anyone make of this creepy old bisque sailor boy? I'm tempted to toss him right away because he's just .. icky .. but sometimes old things are worth something, icky or not. But him? Eew.
There are several magazine covers from Women's Day, most marked 5 cents, this one was 7. I tend to think these were pictures she liked, nothing more. There are also pictures from calendars and cut out from other magazines.
Okay, this thing is a flute of some sort. I'm a bit afraid of it. I mean - I had my tubes done years ago but this guy smacks of fertility to me. Just sayin'. I certainly wouldn't have lovingly packed him away. Where did he come from? Who gave him to Mom? Or did she like it enough to buy it herself as a souvenir perhaps?
Can you imagine your teenager reading a book entitled Home and School Entertainments? Uh huh. Bet there are some nifty hi jinks in there!
And oh my gosh look! It was profusely illustrated!!! What does that mean, exactly?
And then there is this sad little mouse. I mean, he's cute and all. But his ear is glued. Badly, I might add. Where did he come from and why did she care enough to glue that ear and pack him away? Sort of amazing how little I know by looking at this stuff.
Guess that proves that stuff is only stuff, and it's not the stuff that matters. But it still makes me go hmm-m-m-m ....
..that just makes you smile ..
I have to get up really early when the natives get restless!