I Hope You’re Still HerePosted: March 25, 2009
It seems like forever since I’ve been here.
Oh, that’s because it has. Well, maybe not forever. But close.
How have you been? Still checking in with me to see if I’ve dropped by with some words of …well, I was going to say wisdom, but not sure I really offer those.
Hope you’ve been well. And if you have been stopping by, my apologies.
Things have just been nuts. And by things I mean work. And by work I mean, are you kidding? Seriously. Are you kidding?
Is it a good thing when you know the third shift security guys by name? And they know you by the voice when you call them on the phone to say you’re leaving the office at 11:30, 12 or even 12:30? No, not a good thing.
But, as my favorite saying (well, I got nothin’ is my favorite…so I guess this is my second favorite) goes, it is what it is.
Just a lot going on. A lot of uncertainty. A lot of questions. (wait, those are basically the same thing, right?).
Just a lot of stuff. And, for some reason, I’m one of those that is crazy dedicated to the job, so I go back some nights after the kids are down and as Renee is correcting papers. I go back because I can get more done in three hours at night then I can in eight hours during the day. What’s wrong with that picture?
Should I be going back? Probably not. But it’s the only way. And it’s the only way I know how to do it. And, it doesn’t help that I’m under some scrutiny right now (no reason for the scrutiny, mind you…it’s just my time in the department to be under it). And it sucks.
But, bottom line? I love what I do. And I love where I do it. And I love who I do it with. You can’t find a better team. And when you have connections with some of these people like I do, you work not just for the place, not just for yourself, but for each other.
It’s what we do.
So, in the meantime, thanks for sticking with me. I’ve had these little hiatuses in the past, and, for some reason, you’ve stuck with me. Which means I’m going to stick with you.
I mean, get this. Through the beauty of facebook I’m connecting with people I went to elementary school with. One of them sent me a message the other day and said that she found the blog and was reading it. Like, all of it. Said it was better than a book.
I mean, that continues to blow me away. This started for me. It was a place to just let go. Now, it’s also for you. And I never really thought it would be for anyone else but me. And I suppose it really still is — but the thing is, if you’re reading this — for whatever reason — then you’re a part of me, too.
So, in that respect, this isn’t just mine.
It’s yours, too.