Okay, so my idea of posting more often is to wait approximately 3 weeks and then throw something out there.
Today marks the one year anniversary since the day I was given the choice of resigning or being fired. There are still days that I can't believe it, but there are more days when I am happy to be gone. I didn't realize the toll it takes to work with unhappy, toxic people day in and day out. When you get a steady dose of arsenic, it's hard to remember what it feels like to be drug free.
I actually have real fun now - and every conversation doesn't center around that place I used to work. I was out with friends who work there on Saturday, and - with the exception of one person - it was the sole topic of conversation. It's as if that's all there is to their lives. That place. It made me sad - and it also drove home to me how far I've come. There was a time when the topic was endlessly fascinating to me. Now, I'm done with work talk within 30 minutes - and it's a rare day that I want to talk about it that long.
Don't get me wrong. I love my job. I just have learned how to leave it at work. I no longer feel the need to relive the day every time I go home. Instead, I'm learning how to live in the now and how to appreciate the things I have.
Back to what I've been doing. Saturday I had a spa day. It was fun, but it would have been more fun without the 6 hours of work talk. The weekend before I went to a Renaissance Fair. It was too much! I enjoyed the crowds. They were something to see. My favorite part was when my 4-year-old friend got to catch a hawk on her arm. She was so excited!
Happy Tuesday!
