Last Day

Well, today is my last day at my old job. Sorta. Barring extra shifts here and there. Monday I start training, at 9 am; that’s not going to be easy, but it’s only for a week. Then they have to figure out my schedule.

Three days this week, work has been fine. No problems. The fourth, not so good, as my guy trashed his bedroom twice (I picked it up both times) before returning to his usual, lovable self. (The behavior was triggered by his housemate, he has been sad but not upset about my leaving.)

I’ve grown quite a bit in this job, and I’m still growing, still finding bits of my constructed-to-protect-myself (by a 2-year-old kid who didn’t know better) personality or set of behaviors that needs to be reconstructed. It’s amazing I have worked out so well at this job, but I’m better for it. Now if the new job has anything like the same supports in place, I should do quite well. If not, well, RHA says they want me back. I may not be perfect, but I show up every day on time (barring car issues, which were not many), and that’s better than a lot of my co-workers can claim.

Out of the frying pan. I have no idea whether the coming terrain features fire.

Hugs,
Me

Update: My day went much better than expected. Yay. Got a bottle of Tullamore Dew with which to celebrate.