Last week was, by far, the worst week I've experienced at my current job. I wrote that sentence and then thought that it sounded like someone saying something about her "current" marriage, implying it would someday end. The relationship of work has been, for me, like a marriage in many ways, except in 'til death do us part. This isn't one of those situations. Yet I'm committed, for the time being, to this experience. And last week tested that commitment. Without going into detail about the bad stuff and giving it too much power in my life, I'll just say that it was the first week without the person who was my friend at work and that many other things happened that made it even more difficult. Also, there were too many things out of my control. With the bad came the good, and I'll also speak of the shining moments. One was the temp who I liked and who did an excellent job--competence, fathom that! The other came at the end of the day on Friday: a very good interview with a candidate for the position vacated by my friend (who can now work at home--yeah for him!).
By Friday afternoon, I was frazzled. To top it off, I'd left my laptop at my sometimes home-away-from-home and had to retrieve it before I could get on the road. I'd left early, though, and seemed to be ahead of the curve, when I hit traffic and the street became a slow-moving parking lot. Most of my found "extra" time disappeared then. Once I was able to move, I rushed home, unloaded the car, and prepared for the weekend.
And what a weekend it was! I spent time on Saturday morning with my writing group, two lovely women who are friends as well as writing colleagues. We had one of our best meetings ever, with all of us bringing something we'd written and with plenty of time to socialize. After that, lunch with another dear friend, who I sensed needed to talk--as did I, though not about work. I don't like to do that, nor do I journal about it much, I've recently realized. On Sunday morning, my book group, known as the Merton Group, met...another two lovely women who are great friends and companions on this sometimes crazy road of life. We didn't discuss a book, though I believe we will again soon, but rather we chatted about the all-too-real drama that has been unfolding in one of the member's life and the insanity of our lives.
The afternoons and evenings last weekend were about my home and me. On Saturday, after lunch, I picked up a new merlot-color coverlet and pillow shams for my bedroom--and could barely stand the two-mile drive home before I could put them on the bed. I added a fluffy plum throw I'd bought the weekend before. Suddenly, my bedroom has a new look. It was time. And it reminded me of fresh starts. A new workweek, I'm hoping, provides that.
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