It didn't hit me until last night around five o'clock that the day I had been waiting for had finally come (and gone). Yesterday was Amara's last day at work, which meant it was also my last day as Communication Specialist, Promotion and Market Conduct. Not that the day went by without recognition. Kat, George, New Girl and Head Two did wish me well with a "congratulations on your new home" card and a huge Tolberone bar. It just hit me today that this really means I'm not part of that wonderful team anymore. Through all the ups and downs, they were always good for sharing a laugh or even a Kleenex. I think it just took a while to sink in that even though I'd be going to the same place on Monday morning, this was really the end of something, and that called for some kind of dancing.
Tyler has been busy with work all week. Valentine's day actually presents a portal to hell for him every year, being employed in the flower industry and all. However, by some odd miracle he was able to get off of work early yesterday and spend a few hours hanging out with me. I had first suggested that we go for a walk on the river trail and then maybe grab a coffee afterward, but later informed him I wanted to nix the boring coffee and celebrate my day with opening up a bottle of wine.
Sitting at my table with wine glasses in hand, we toasted me and more happy days ahead. I told him about the tradition I have of taking my family out for dinner whenever I get a new job, and that I wanted to do that again and have him there too.
"When was the last time you talked to your mom and dad?" he asked me.
It took me a minute to remember. "Tuesday." We had switched vehicles that day so my mom could take my truck in for an oil change during the day (I know, so very spoiled).
"You haven't talked to them since Tuesday?! I thought you talked to them every day! Phone them right now."
So I did.
"Ohh, it's our long lost daughter!" My mom said. "Dad wants to know if Tyler is holding you ransom for cabbage rolls." I repeated this to Tyler and he laughed.
Mom asked me if Tyler and I had gone for a walk because she had read his horoscope and it said something about getting out and being with nature. She really only knew that because Ty has the same sign as my dad. But wow, she really seems to like him, and that makes me happy.
"I'm celebrating tonight," I told her, and reminded her it was my last day on the old job. I then told her about the meeting I had on Thursday with my new boss.
"He told me to let him know if there's anything I really want to try this year and get more experience with. He really wants me to get the most out of this opportunity. I've been missing having a mentor for so long and I'm just so excited about working with him."
This week I will start my new job (and try not to think about those few loose ends I still have to tie up before Head One gets back from her three week vacation), Tyler will be able to stay out past 9:00 again, I will prepare for our Valentine's day weekend together, and next weekend Tyler will join me and my family at my parents' place for Sunday dinner. And look! I'm blogging again! Okay, not my best work still, but maybe it's coming back. All the pieces are coming together.
I'm happy.
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It's so rare that people say those two little simple words: I'm happy (or three, if it's an anti-conjunctite). It makes me happy to read them!
Here's a toast to you and your new job (and... something tells me... to the best V-day EV-AH).
Huh, it's kind of ironic that my focus was on the "I'm happy" moment in this post, when in the previous post (which I wrote on the same day) was titled "I am so MAD!"
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