My phone rang tonight, and up popped the picture of my red-headed brother... wearing a pink wig.
So I answered, "I'm at the Outback, where are you."
And there was silence... then a timid "Aunt Lindsay?"
It was Chloe, calling to chat - also to remind me that tomorrow is her birthday :)
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We had a dramatic afternoon yesterday at the office. I was sitting in the guest cube (which is right in the middle of all the Spanish speaking customer service reps, and I have this constant fear that they're talking about me!) getting ready for next week's training when I began to smell smoke.
After a couple minutes the smell got much stronger, and I started hearing people talking about it. I went to the window, and saw billows of smoke.
Apparently one of the smokers decided it wasn't in their best interest to use the provided receptacle for their cigarette, and dropped it onto the ground... right near a very dry bush. Either that or we were having an encore performance of Exodus 3.
Someone was out there with an extinguisher, but soon the alarm started going off, and we were all herded outside until the fire trucks arrived. They sprayed the bush down for over 10 minutes, and it looks pretty darn funny now.
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That is all for today :)
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Randomosity
The first weekend I went home, it was hard to get back in my car and drive, because I didn't feel ready. I didn't feel as if I had connected with enough people, I felt as if my love tank was not full, and I wouldn't make it through the week.
This weekend was so wonderful and so filled with people, that it was hard to get in my car and come back because I didn't want to leave the feeling of having my love tank all filled up.
But here I am. At the end of this week I'll be half way through!
Today was strange. A dichotomy.
I was not training. We finished a week early, so I'm here to help coach them while they take their first week of calls, before I start my second class next Monday.
So, I had some down time in between the questions. And I relished the time to email or communicate with friends back home that I've only had brief moments to talk to since I left.
And yet with that down time, and the availability of ready communication came an extra dose of missing those I love.
Missing loved ones hurts.
Last night I decided I needed to go to the ocean after work today! So, I found a map, found a route and got in my car right after work this afternoon to head to the coast. There was a precious little town near the water, and I drove through, my spirits rising as my body could feel the presence of the ocean... the expectancy that over the next little hill, I would see the water.
I walked around the parks near the water for a long time, and as I stood on a boardwalk, overlooking a marsh I thought, "THIS is what this trip was for. To get outside of the stagnancy that my life had become. To experience." And I was washed with a feeling of euphoria!
This last semester I learned that the air around the ocean is charged with negative ions which can help reset the body's psyche. I don't know what all goes on, but I do know that the ocean has always been my place of recharging, my place of talking to God more openly than I normally do, and I was grateful after a long day to have the wind blow in my face so strongly that it almost took my breath away.
And yet, half way through eating dinner, having just talked to my big brother, and missing him I was craving home. Craving the safety and security that just two weeks ago I was straining against! And that just an hour before, with the ocean wind in my face, I was euphoric I had put behind me.
One of my friends is famous for saying "Pick an emotion and roll with it." Today was not that kind of day.
In other news, this made me laugh today:
One of the girls walked into the classroom and said, "You know all that stuff about pork that's going on. I bet that's why I wasn't feeling well on Friday, because I ate some sausage in the morning."
"Do you mean the Swine Flu? Because that has nothing to do with pork," someone graciously pointed out.
"Oh."
End of conversation. Poor thing, probably thought she was well on her way to a spot on the six o'clock news!
And in still other news:
When I got back to my room tonight, there was a care package from the hotel manager... filled with bottled water, mug, candy, chips, and a pen. I call that kind!
This weekend was so wonderful and so filled with people, that it was hard to get in my car and come back because I didn't want to leave the feeling of having my love tank all filled up.
But here I am. At the end of this week I'll be half way through!
Today was strange. A dichotomy.
I was not training. We finished a week early, so I'm here to help coach them while they take their first week of calls, before I start my second class next Monday.
So, I had some down time in between the questions. And I relished the time to email or communicate with friends back home that I've only had brief moments to talk to since I left.
And yet with that down time, and the availability of ready communication came an extra dose of missing those I love.
Missing loved ones hurts.
Last night I decided I needed to go to the ocean after work today! So, I found a map, found a route and got in my car right after work this afternoon to head to the coast. There was a precious little town near the water, and I drove through, my spirits rising as my body could feel the presence of the ocean... the expectancy that over the next little hill, I would see the water.
I walked around the parks near the water for a long time, and as I stood on a boardwalk, overlooking a marsh I thought, "THIS is what this trip was for. To get outside of the stagnancy that my life had become. To experience." And I was washed with a feeling of euphoria!
This last semester I learned that the air around the ocean is charged with negative ions which can help reset the body's psyche. I don't know what all goes on, but I do know that the ocean has always been my place of recharging, my place of talking to God more openly than I normally do, and I was grateful after a long day to have the wind blow in my face so strongly that it almost took my breath away.
And yet, half way through eating dinner, having just talked to my big brother, and missing him I was craving home. Craving the safety and security that just two weeks ago I was straining against! And that just an hour before, with the ocean wind in my face, I was euphoric I had put behind me.
One of my friends is famous for saying "Pick an emotion and roll with it." Today was not that kind of day.
In other news, this made me laugh today:
One of the girls walked into the classroom and said, "You know all that stuff about pork that's going on. I bet that's why I wasn't feeling well on Friday, because I ate some sausage in the morning."
"Do you mean the Swine Flu? Because that has nothing to do with pork," someone graciously pointed out.
"Oh."
End of conversation. Poor thing, probably thought she was well on her way to a spot on the six o'clock news!
And in still other news:
When I got back to my room tonight, there was a care package from the hotel manager... filled with bottled water, mug, candy, chips, and a pen. I call that kind!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
This Post is Short...
...and so am I.
But the reason I am bringing this up is that there is an awards ceremony at the hotel tonight... for a college basketball team.
The guys are mammoth.
When I walked into the lobby I was immediately thankful that I was not wearing orange.
Because I feel they would have started dribbling me.
The end.
But the reason I am bringing this up is that there is an awards ceremony at the hotel tonight... for a college basketball team.
The guys are mammoth.
When I walked into the lobby I was immediately thankful that I was not wearing orange.
Because I feel they would have started dribbling me.
The end.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Back In The Saddle Again...
... back where hotel rooms are... friends?
I pressed the button for the elevator this morning, and when the door opened, I was looking at boxes full of disembodied heads staring up at me. I stared back in horror, and then stared at the three heads attached TO bodies, who also turn stared back at me. Apparently I had disturbed the elevator ride of three hair dressers on their way to the lobby. Not enough coffee in the world would have prepared me for that, fyi.
The day got better, but it was a typical Monday. Things were hitchy in the classroom. The participants had a pretty intense case of the Mondays, and their trainer wasn't much better. Things were not smooth in the materials department, which is not my favorite thing, and made the OCD part of me want to scream a lot of times. However, 4:30 came like it does each day, and I was happy to cross this Monday off my list!
Bought some beautiful tulips on the way home from work, and the make my room feel so Springy and homey!
When I walked into my room, I laughed right out loud, because my bed was made, and my bathroom cleaned, but the maid (is that the right word to call them?) is not one of those "above and beyond" people. I had left my pajamas at the foot of my bed this morning. And there, strewn at the foot of my perfectly made bed, were my pajamas. I could practically see the thought bubble above her head as she made my bed... "If she even THINKS that I get paid to fold her pajamas, well... she is SO WRONG!"
And tonight... tonight I went to an Indian restaurant and it was incredible! The papar (thanks, Jen :) was so good, yet so hot it made my nose run! And the chicken tiki masala was almost as good as India Palace, and the naan was as good as Gil's! All of their food must be pretty hot though, because I could hear people sniffling all around me. There was kind of a feeling of solidarity in the snifflage. Well, I think I was the only one who felt that solidarity, but then again, I was the only blonde amidst a sea of very dark hair.
When I'm living outside of the norm, I tend to view norm as utopia. The whole rose-colored glasses thing. Like all last week I just kept thinking, "I will go back home this weekend and things will be perfect!" How could I forget after just one week that Chestnut Hill may be as close to perfection as possible, but that life is life wherever humans are?
And, to assure my fans that I have not changed spaciness since being away from home. This weekend I had to pick something up at the office, so when I went in, I left little hotel shampoos/lotions for Vicki T as a surprise for Monday morning. (Vicki affectionately demands lotions and shampoos from every trip I take... unless I'm staying with a friend, wherein she informs me I do not have to steal their things to bring back to her.) Last night when I was rummaging through my purse to get my hotel key, I found a bottle of conditioner. "What the...?" Oh gosh! I then remembered I had half a bottle of lotion in my purse when I went home, and then put Vicki's little treasures in there for transport. So, when Vicki T came in this morning she had a bottle of shampoo, a bottle of lotion, and a half-used bottle of lotion, instead of conditioner to complete the set. That is how I roll!
I pressed the button for the elevator this morning, and when the door opened, I was looking at boxes full of disembodied heads staring up at me. I stared back in horror, and then stared at the three heads attached TO bodies, who also turn stared back at me. Apparently I had disturbed the elevator ride of three hair dressers on their way to the lobby. Not enough coffee in the world would have prepared me for that, fyi.
The day got better, but it was a typical Monday. Things were hitchy in the classroom. The participants had a pretty intense case of the Mondays, and their trainer wasn't much better. Things were not smooth in the materials department, which is not my favorite thing, and made the OCD part of me want to scream a lot of times. However, 4:30 came like it does each day, and I was happy to cross this Monday off my list!
Bought some beautiful tulips on the way home from work, and the make my room feel so Springy and homey!
When I walked into my room, I laughed right out loud, because my bed was made, and my bathroom cleaned, but the maid (is that the right word to call them?) is not one of those "above and beyond" people. I had left my pajamas at the foot of my bed this morning. And there, strewn at the foot of my perfectly made bed, were my pajamas. I could practically see the thought bubble above her head as she made my bed... "If she even THINKS that I get paid to fold her pajamas, well... she is SO WRONG!"
And tonight... tonight I went to an Indian restaurant and it was incredible! The papar (thanks, Jen :) was so good, yet so hot it made my nose run! And the chicken tiki masala was almost as good as India Palace, and the naan was as good as Gil's! All of their food must be pretty hot though, because I could hear people sniffling all around me. There was kind of a feeling of solidarity in the snifflage. Well, I think I was the only one who felt that solidarity, but then again, I was the only blonde amidst a sea of very dark hair.
When I'm living outside of the norm, I tend to view norm as utopia. The whole rose-colored glasses thing. Like all last week I just kept thinking, "I will go back home this weekend and things will be perfect!" How could I forget after just one week that Chestnut Hill may be as close to perfection as possible, but that life is life wherever humans are?
And, to assure my fans that I have not changed spaciness since being away from home. This weekend I had to pick something up at the office, so when I went in, I left little hotel shampoos/lotions for Vicki T as a surprise for Monday morning. (Vicki affectionately demands lotions and shampoos from every trip I take... unless I'm staying with a friend, wherein she informs me I do not have to steal their things to bring back to her.) Last night when I was rummaging through my purse to get my hotel key, I found a bottle of conditioner. "What the...?" Oh gosh! I then remembered I had half a bottle of lotion in my purse when I went home, and then put Vicki's little treasures in there for transport. So, when Vicki T came in this morning she had a bottle of shampoo, a bottle of lotion, and a half-used bottle of lotion, instead of conditioner to complete the set. That is how I roll!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Leading Lady
Tonight I felt like the heroine in a romantic comedy. Only, there was no romance. And it wasn't funny.
I had a bad day. And I was crying. I went to Evan and Jill's and cried some more. After awhile ice cream and a movie were suggested. Only, the ice cream in the freezer had seen better days. So, I ran down to the little store near them, which was in the throes of closing for the night. The girl saw me drive in, and opened the door.
"Are you closing?" I asked.
"Yes, but come in," she said.
"Good - I need ice cream," I said, though I'm sure she had ascertained something of the sort from my red and puffy eyes, belying the open invitation of "Free Hugs" on my sweatshirt.
"It's over there," she graciously said, averting her eyes to give me some privacy.
The renewed sense of loss at the absence of Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby was yet another blow in this day, but I rummaged around and found something chocolately and cold, which filled the need.
And as I paid for my comfort, and walked to the car I thought, "This is the pathetically funny scene in movies. However, I find no humor in this. I find it merely pathetic."
There was no leading man waiting by the car to make my day all better... but who needs that when you have a brother and sister waiting at home, to love you... and help you eat your ice cream?
I had a bad day. And I was crying. I went to Evan and Jill's and cried some more. After awhile ice cream and a movie were suggested. Only, the ice cream in the freezer had seen better days. So, I ran down to the little store near them, which was in the throes of closing for the night. The girl saw me drive in, and opened the door.
"Are you closing?" I asked.
"Yes, but come in," she said.
"Good - I need ice cream," I said, though I'm sure she had ascertained something of the sort from my red and puffy eyes, belying the open invitation of "Free Hugs" on my sweatshirt.
"It's over there," she graciously said, averting her eyes to give me some privacy.
The renewed sense of loss at the absence of Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby was yet another blow in this day, but I rummaged around and found something chocolately and cold, which filled the need.
And as I paid for my comfort, and walked to the car I thought, "This is the pathetically funny scene in movies. However, I find no humor in this. I find it merely pathetic."
There was no leading man waiting by the car to make my day all better... but who needs that when you have a brother and sister waiting at home, to love you... and help you eat your ice cream?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Day the Fourth
Greetings from the land of WalMarts, not Targets. Better for my bank account. Unfortunate for my happiness.
The thing that has caused me to say, "hmmm" this day is as follows: In my stay here, I have gone to the workout room numerous times, and up to the concierge lounge for drinks and fruit in the evenings and breakfast in the mornings. And besides the hostess in the lounge, I am the only female I've seen amongst all the businessmen. What do we think about that? I say "hmmm." Do you?
One of my goals for this trip is not to just get out of work and come right back to the hotel. I want to not have a list of "should have done this" when I get home. So, tonight I drove around exploring, trying to familiarize myself with the area. The class had suggested this huge grocery store/farmer's market-ish thing that I went to. It was HUGE! And they had fresh cut flowers for cheap! When I go home this weekend I will bring a vase back with me! Flowers in my room will make me the happiest person around!
Last night as Lisha & I drove around I discovered a Rita's Italian Ice! I cannot even begin to describe the euphoria my heart experienced! I fell in love with that place when I went to visit Darren & Sara last summer. But we don't have them in NH. So I've been salivating after this for almost a year. All day long I thought about it, and told myself I could get one after dinner. But I was too full. My life = wicked hard. Oh well, there's always tomorrow!
Conversation today with Miss Don't-Bore-Us went as follows:
Miss DBU - "What are you going to do tonight?"
Me - "Go tanning. I'm tired of being the whitest person in the room."
Miss DBU - "So, you're no longer going to be the color of the board?" She pointed to the dry erase board I was standing near.
Me - No clever comeback, as I was laughing
She then proceeded to quiz me about tanning in general. Not tanning beds. Just making one's skin darker. Because God gave her skin that doesn't need tanning. And she is confused by the whole process. As I was explaining how it worked to her, I made the mistake of saying "you know?"
Miss DBU - "No, I DON'T know" she informed me, accompanied by head bob and finger wiggle
And that is what I have to say about that!
The thing that has caused me to say, "hmmm" this day is as follows: In my stay here, I have gone to the workout room numerous times, and up to the concierge lounge for drinks and fruit in the evenings and breakfast in the mornings. And besides the hostess in the lounge, I am the only female I've seen amongst all the businessmen. What do we think about that? I say "hmmm." Do you?
One of my goals for this trip is not to just get out of work and come right back to the hotel. I want to not have a list of "should have done this" when I get home. So, tonight I drove around exploring, trying to familiarize myself with the area. The class had suggested this huge grocery store/farmer's market-ish thing that I went to. It was HUGE! And they had fresh cut flowers for cheap! When I go home this weekend I will bring a vase back with me! Flowers in my room will make me the happiest person around!
Last night as Lisha & I drove around I discovered a Rita's Italian Ice! I cannot even begin to describe the euphoria my heart experienced! I fell in love with that place when I went to visit Darren & Sara last summer. But we don't have them in NH. So I've been salivating after this for almost a year. All day long I thought about it, and told myself I could get one after dinner. But I was too full. My life = wicked hard. Oh well, there's always tomorrow!
Conversation today with Miss Don't-Bore-Us went as follows:
Miss DBU - "What are you going to do tonight?"
Me - "Go tanning. I'm tired of being the whitest person in the room."
Miss DBU - "So, you're no longer going to be the color of the board?" She pointed to the dry erase board I was standing near.
Me - No clever comeback, as I was laughing
She then proceeded to quiz me about tanning in general. Not tanning beds. Just making one's skin darker. Because God gave her skin that doesn't need tanning. And she is confused by the whole process. As I was explaining how it worked to her, I made the mistake of saying "you know?"
Miss DBU - "No, I DON'T know" she informed me, accompanied by head bob and finger wiggle
And that is what I have to say about that!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A Few Thoughts on Day Three
I didn't think it was possible to be in a place where there are more Dunkin Donuts than where I live... but it is possible. And I am currently in that place. They are EVERYWHERE here, and they make me so happy every time I see them. Makes me feel as if I am not too far away from home.
And also, there are so many nail places, that I could stop at least 15 different places on the way back to the hotel from the office... and the office is less than five minutes away.
Yesterday I asked the class to come up with a list of things that they felt would make the class run smoothly. I do this with all of my classes, and we refer to it as a class contract. The class had a hard time coming up with things... after painfully silent minutes, they came up with four things. The last one was "don't bore us" aimed at me. Less than two hours later, after having them listen to a sample call, I asked if they had found it interesting. All but one nodded. Miss "Don't Bore Us" stared at me blankly. "Was that boring for you?" I asked. She nodded. My inside voice became my out loud voice and I said, "Get used to it Sweetheart - that's what the next three weeks are going to be."
I slightly dreaded going in today, not knowing what she would consider "boring" out of the materials we needed to cover. But I'm happy to report that today she stayed fully participatory during class, and didn't say the "b" word once.
There have been a few times that my mind has threatened to remind me that I'm away from all the people I love, and should be lonely. But I manfully (maturely? womanly? stoically?) stuff those feelings, and find more things to do to keep my mind occupied.
Went out for dinner with my "subject matter expert" from my class (she's a sweetheart!), talked to family, worked out, cried during the Biggest Loser, got voicemails and texts that made me feel loved... all good things.
Tomorrow is halfway through my first week!
And also, there are so many nail places, that I could stop at least 15 different places on the way back to the hotel from the office... and the office is less than five minutes away.
Yesterday I asked the class to come up with a list of things that they felt would make the class run smoothly. I do this with all of my classes, and we refer to it as a class contract. The class had a hard time coming up with things... after painfully silent minutes, they came up with four things. The last one was "don't bore us" aimed at me. Less than two hours later, after having them listen to a sample call, I asked if they had found it interesting. All but one nodded. Miss "Don't Bore Us" stared at me blankly. "Was that boring for you?" I asked. She nodded. My inside voice became my out loud voice and I said, "Get used to it Sweetheart - that's what the next three weeks are going to be."
I slightly dreaded going in today, not knowing what she would consider "boring" out of the materials we needed to cover. But I'm happy to report that today she stayed fully participatory during class, and didn't say the "b" word once.
There have been a few times that my mind has threatened to remind me that I'm away from all the people I love, and should be lonely. But I manfully (maturely? womanly? stoically?) stuff those feelings, and find more things to do to keep my mind occupied.
Went out for dinner with my "subject matter expert" from my class (she's a sweetheart!), talked to family, worked out, cried during the Biggest Loser, got voicemails and texts that made me feel loved... all good things.
Tomorrow is halfway through my first week!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Operation: Outside the Box... Day Two
(and don't worry, they wont all bear this title... but it's working for now)
I MADE IT THROUGH MY FIRST DAY!
There were some bumps, but nothing that threw me off my game. I felt so peaceful and knew that it was because I have so many people in my corner, praying and supporting! So, thank you, my peeps!
I didn't start training until 1:00, so I had time to get set up and feel settled.
Met some good people! Met some other people... you know... the ones who make you appreciate the good people.
I wont bore you with the details of after work I drove around a bit to familiarize myself with my new town, picked up dinner, and got back to the hotel 11 hours after I left it this morning.
Oh, and here's my funny story of the day:
I had just gotten settled in my room when someone knocked on my door. Not just a knock, knock, but a knock.. knock, knock, knock, knock... knock... knock. See, on Chestnut Hill, a knock on the door just means that it's someone who DOESN'T have a key to my house, and hasn't already let themselves in. I got on my tiptoes and looked out the peephole. Didn't see a weapon, so figured I was safe and opened the door. It was the bellman (is that their politically correct term??) to hand deliver a note from the corporate manager inviting me upstairs for free drinks, yummy food, and for free breakfasts each morning.
My heart = jump-started!
I MADE IT THROUGH MY FIRST DAY!
There were some bumps, but nothing that threw me off my game. I felt so peaceful and knew that it was because I have so many people in my corner, praying and supporting! So, thank you, my peeps!
I didn't start training until 1:00, so I had time to get set up and feel settled.
Met some good people! Met some other people... you know... the ones who make you appreciate the good people.
I wont bore you with the details of after work I drove around a bit to familiarize myself with my new town, picked up dinner, and got back to the hotel 11 hours after I left it this morning.
Oh, and here's my funny story of the day:
I had just gotten settled in my room when someone knocked on my door. Not just a knock, knock, but a knock.. knock, knock, knock, knock... knock... knock. See, on Chestnut Hill, a knock on the door just means that it's someone who DOESN'T have a key to my house, and hasn't already let themselves in. I got on my tiptoes and looked out the peephole. Didn't see a weapon, so figured I was safe and opened the door. It was the bellman (is that their politically correct term??) to hand deliver a note from the corporate manager inviting me upstairs for free drinks, yummy food, and for free breakfasts each morning.
My heart = jump-started!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Operation: Outside the Box... Day One
Today my travels began. When I first heard about it, I was ecstatic. I'd wanted this for a couple of years, and I was so excited to get things started! Then, reality hit, I didn't have enough time to prep the materials, computer access issues have come up, and this past week I've been fighting down (sometimes, not very successfully) panic.
This weekend, however, I decided it was no longer worth panicking about. Monday would come regardless of whether I'd stressed about it or not, so why continue stressing? I might as well go into this adventure looking at it as just that... an adventure! One that I had not only asked my boss numerous times for, but also knocked on Heaven's door for.
So, adventure it will be!
Today was a killer day. Got up early to go to my church for Easter Service, then flew to Milfrog to see Chloe in their Easter service. Kissed the kids, said my goodbyes to Evan & Jill, and ran home to pack... because, yes... I had done no packing.
Packed in less than an hour, said goodbye to Amy, and got on the road.
Adventure - begun!
After a comedy of errors (who even knew that EVERYTHING would be closed on Easter), waiting forever at a toll booth because I had the luck to be behind a car that paid a 65 cent toll with a $100 bill, I got to my destination. (I will not be telling you, would-be-stalkers, where I am exactly)
I had no idea that a place only a few hours south of Chestnut Hill would be so far ahead of us in Spring. The grass is much greener, and I saw my first forsythia blooming as I drove!
The only thing that threatened to grab my peace away today was when I signed my bill for the room... it said "How many nights will guest be staying" and next to that was the number 40. Forty nights seems so much longer than six weeks. My check-out day is May 22. However, I will be going home some weekends, so will hold onto that!
The room is nice and big, and even had a CD to lull me to sleep and lavender pillow mist waiting for me. There is a large and beautiful pool, as well as an intense work out room that will help me continue with our work's Biggest Loser while I'm away. (Yes, Theresa - I already used it tonight!)
I went to grab some dinner, and sat there happily eating while enduring the pitying glances of those around me whose thought bubbles read, "How pathetic is she, to be sitting all by herself in a restaurant on Easter... and also, she's wearing a Red Sox shirt, which is unfortunate." YES! It's TRUE! As well as being advanced in the Spring department, this place is closer to the team-of-which-we-do-not-speak. And I saw much team-of-which-we-do-not-speak paraphernalia being worn.
So, here I am. Trading in my beloved NH, close proximity to loved ones, an apartment that I adore, the safety and security of a life where I mind-numbingly make the same trek to work that I've made for over six years, for a chance to spread my wings, a pool, room service and a king-sized bed that will be made for me each morning... oh yeah... and training something I just learned myself to people who know more than me about the company, but less than me about this aspect.
I have officially jumped out of my box!
So Good Days - 1
Much Bad Days - 0
This weekend, however, I decided it was no longer worth panicking about. Monday would come regardless of whether I'd stressed about it or not, so why continue stressing? I might as well go into this adventure looking at it as just that... an adventure! One that I had not only asked my boss numerous times for, but also knocked on Heaven's door for.
So, adventure it will be!
Today was a killer day. Got up early to go to my church for Easter Service, then flew to Milfrog to see Chloe in their Easter service. Kissed the kids, said my goodbyes to Evan & Jill, and ran home to pack... because, yes... I had done no packing.
Packed in less than an hour, said goodbye to Amy, and got on the road.
Adventure - begun!
After a comedy of errors (who even knew that EVERYTHING would be closed on Easter), waiting forever at a toll booth because I had the luck to be behind a car that paid a 65 cent toll with a $100 bill, I got to my destination. (I will not be telling you, would-be-stalkers, where I am exactly)
I had no idea that a place only a few hours south of Chestnut Hill would be so far ahead of us in Spring. The grass is much greener, and I saw my first forsythia blooming as I drove!
The only thing that threatened to grab my peace away today was when I signed my bill for the room... it said "How many nights will guest be staying" and next to that was the number 40. Forty nights seems so much longer than six weeks. My check-out day is May 22. However, I will be going home some weekends, so will hold onto that!
The room is nice and big, and even had a CD to lull me to sleep and lavender pillow mist waiting for me. There is a large and beautiful pool, as well as an intense work out room that will help me continue with our work's Biggest Loser while I'm away. (Yes, Theresa - I already used it tonight!)
I went to grab some dinner, and sat there happily eating while enduring the pitying glances of those around me whose thought bubbles read, "How pathetic is she, to be sitting all by herself in a restaurant on Easter... and also, she's wearing a Red Sox shirt, which is unfortunate." YES! It's TRUE! As well as being advanced in the Spring department, this place is closer to the team-of-which-we-do-not-speak. And I saw much team-of-which-we-do-not-speak paraphernalia being worn.
So, here I am. Trading in my beloved NH, close proximity to loved ones, an apartment that I adore, the safety and security of a life where I mind-numbingly make the same trek to work that I've made for over six years, for a chance to spread my wings, a pool, room service and a king-sized bed that will be made for me each morning... oh yeah... and training something I just learned myself to people who know more than me about the company, but less than me about this aspect.
I have officially jumped out of my box!
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