I was out for drinks tonight with my soon to be former co-workers. The outing was supposed to be in honour of me and Elizabeth, another girl who is leaving but I think I completely lost track of the purpose. It just felt like a get together with some of my favourite people.
Judy drove me home. In my driveway I remarked that I didn't think I'd ever had a goodbye party and so this felt very special. Then I remembered that there was a bit of a celebration for me when I left The Agency. We were only an office of three though so it was considerably smaller.
Ah yes, The Agency. I was 23, young and green as grass, still living at home, no Truck. I have some very distinct memories about that place. I remember working long hours. I remember trying my best to keep up with the party-hard client. I remember looking up to one of my co-workers as a mentor and then finding her half a bottle of wine past being able to save me from the unwanted advances of one of the Saskatchewan franchisees in a hotel room. I always talk about that job with great fondness, but it was probably for the best that I didn't get to stay any longer than I did.
I had dinner at my mom's and dad's last night. They toasted me and my new job.
"Yup, three jobs in one year," I said.
"Yeah, geeze Jill, can't you hold down a job?" Dad teased me.
"I'm proud of you," he said.
"You've worked hard to get to where you are now," my mom said.
When you're full of happiness, surrounded by friends and people who love you and there are things to look forward to, it is very easy to forget about the crap you went through to get to that point.
Last time I talked to you,
You were lonely and out of place.
You were looking down on me,
Lost out in space.
Laid underneath the stars,
Strung out and feeling brave.
Watch the riddles glow,
Watch them float away.
Our Lady Peace--Somewhere Out There
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