New job. New routine. New schedule.
It has been a stressful September. I switched jobs. We put my dog down. My routine has been uprooted. I am settling in. I am adjusting. Or am I kidding myself?
Our economy – need I say more? I worked for an automotive manufacturing business. I enjoyed working for this company a little more than 12 years. I met my husband there. I made more friends than I thought possible. Those friends showered me with a bridal shower and two baby showers as well as yearly birthday cakes. Great friends and wonderful memories! The time had come - it was time to leave. Layoffs and down-sizing were common and I wanted to find a job, one that I chose, not one I was forced to take as a result of unemployment. I submitted resumes and interviewed twice. An offer was put on the table and after consideration and discussion at home, I accepted. In doing so, I said farewell to old friends and tried to train co-workers as best I could in two-weeks’ time, while still taking care of my responsibilities.
With a new job, there are changes. I have had to navigate through a campus and catch buses from a parking lot to an office building and turn that around each afternoon. Stressful! I have now opted to catch a bus near home and ride into the city. Our morning routine has changed. We have a shorter and now rushed morning. I drop the kids off at daycare instead of watching them get on the bus at our driveway. I get home later – only 20 minutes or so but that is time away from my family. I am now forced to create my two-week dinner menu and make sure I have all ingredients on my shopping list. (This is a good thing). I make sure I do more at night to prepare for the short mornings.
The new position is going well. I enjoy the people, the work and the environment – an Ivy League University. I am working in a great school and it has good benefits. One benefit, there is a library in the building I work in. Yes, a library or even better, the university’s library system is at my finger tips! (Feel the power.) It has a great selection of cookbooks and nutrition. I have visited twice and have checked books out. A small slice of bliss for me! With the bus ride to and from work, I have time, uninterrupted time (yes, I am selfish) to read. I had hopes to crochet or knit also but it gets rather crowded so I’ll stick to reading for now.
Change is good. It has been good for my stress level as it is now very low. My husband and I are not talking “shop” all the time and that is great for our family. I miss the ability to go see my husband whenever I want but it does make me appreciate our time together even more.
We are all adjusting and we’ll make it work. Time is ironing out the little changes I have been fretting about. Or so I thought…I have come to the conclusion that living with
less stress may not be good for
me!
Last night I boarded the
WRONG bus. I sat down, took my book out and started to read. Then I realized the bus drove straight when the night before the bus veered to the right? Why were we going this way tonight? So I asked the lady sitting next to me, “Is this the T Transit?” Yes, but it was going to towns C&O NOT towns S&W. I would be dropped off one town beyond the town I park to ride. So I called my family and asked them to come rescue me. HaHa (
only I was not laughing)! I did not have to wait long before the red chariot with three happy family members in it pulled over to pick me up! And we made the most of it. On the way home, we went to dinner at the new golf course clubhouse. We were the only people there and all they had was the typical fast food – hamburgers and fried stuff but it tasted good as I don’t make fried foods at home. The kids liked looking at the pool table, dart boards and we sat at a high table so they loved the high chair stools. Little joys!
Yep ~ other than that small adventure, it was a regular night. [I hear you laughing! That is good…laughter is good for your mental health – glad I could help].
Before leaving the house this morning, I said to our children, I would make sure I boarded the correct bus! So our Pre-K school boy told me his bus has a cat and a number on it and it matches his tag. Then he asked me, “Does your bus have that?” I had to say no but said maybe it should.
Just to help me!So, how is life treating you?