Homecoming

When I started this new job in April, I was a bit worried, as my last job was just horrendous. Frightening. Scary. A huge yuck-fest. But the new job has turned out to be the complete opposite. The people are fairly friendly and easy-going, the work is stimulating and I don’t feel like stabbing pencils in my eyes on a daily basis. A huge improvement.

And I really needed to be working in an environment like this. I was leaving my daughter, becoming the only breadwinner for my family, and with all of that stress, I needed my work life to not only be fulfilling, but fun. I know some people can separate work from personal life, and that works for them, but I need to enjoy the people I’m working with. I need to like them and feel like they enjoy my company as well. And even though I know we won’t always agree on everything (or anything), I do feel like we’re a team and we all are working toward the same goal. Now let’s all sit in a circle and sing kumbya! Damnit, people. Sing!

One of my coworkers, Kristi, has been a great support during these first few months. She’s drug me into the fray, somewhat kicking and screaming, and I’ve come out as a better employee and colleague. She also makes fun of my iPod playlists and buys me Zac Efron memorabilia, which is obviously a sign of a dedicated coworker. This weekend Kristi’s husband, Dan, who I only know through overheard cell phone conversations and long stories over beers is coming home from Iraq. I’m so happy and excited for her, and I’m really looking forward to meeting Dan the man. And asking if I can borrow his new camera. And use his new Mac. And if he’ll play Quake with my husband.

Don’t worry Kristi, I won’t tell him about all of the Disney channel movies you’ve been watching in his absence. It’s our little secret. And when I say “our,” I mean you, me and the Internet. I’m sure he’ll never find out.

Welcome home, Dan!