Thursday, February 9, 2012
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Being Called Into Work |
So here I am at work…yes, I did just say work although my last day (for which I provided 3 weeks’ notice
prior to) was last Friday, the 3rd.
There is something kind of funny about being called into work after you
have already had an official “going away” party, at which all of your employers/coworkers
(soon to be EX-employers/coworkers…yay)
fed you some BS lines about how greatly
you will be missed, and how they wish you more
than the best in your future endeavors. This was, by all means, your last hurrah and
now, less than a week later, you are back.
Kind of a WTF/Surprise! moment if you ask me.
Some people have told me “Oh it’s so
great to have you back!” or jokingly thrown a “You just couldn’t stay away
could you? You missed us too much!” my way, but then there are those select few
individuals who were completely oblivious to the fact that you had even been
gone, let alone resigned. I came back to
find that I had work piled up on my desk from this Monday…despite the going
away party and despite the official memo I passed around a MONTH ago! I never considered this my ideal job or even really a good job for that matter, but what is
even more bizarre than the hermit who was oblivious to my departure is the fact
that I am almost happy to be
back. I found myself climbing up ladders
to change out numerous light bulbs this morning (quite risky business as our office
building has got to be pushing 100 years old and the wiring has to be less than
up-to-date and kosher, let alone safe) and going out of my way to resume my
previous responsibilities and then some.
I was glad to see the socially
awkward hermit – I was thrilled to be
glared at by the Queen Bee secretary who has always been out to get me.
In my (almost) week away from work, I
realized how gratifying it is to do something well and be praised for it. I have always preached to people (Hubby is
typically at the receiving end of my preaching/rants) that working is not what I want to do with my life – a job is something
I view as a waste of time, especially if you have no idea what you are “meant”
be doing or where your true passions really lie. But over this week, I feel like something has
been made clear to me: I am definitely meant to work. I feel like I can truly thrive and shine to
my fullest when I am doing something to the best of my abilities and it is
praised by someone of authority as being well done. Although I am still 100% convinced that I am
meant to be a stay-at-home mother, being back in the office has really given me
a much needed boost of motivation towards my schooling. I’ve been stuck in a rut and trying (unsuccessfully
most of the times) to get back on track, full steam heading for completion of
the course, but life tends to get in the way.
After my revelation this morning, my
attitude towards this darn law office seems to be a little more positive and
light…or it will be until Queen Bee decides to wreak havoc on my life just like
old times. It really is great to know
that you are appreciated and that your hard work has not gone unseen, whether
it be in a work environment or at home – I think that is something I will try
to keep at the front of my mind this go-around of living under the same roof with
Hubby. It’s the little things that count
at the end of the day; take nothing for granted, friends.
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