So my boss is a bum. She’s leaving me behind to go on an incredible adventure of organic farming, house remodeling, and baby making. Her last day was Friday and we had a tearful farewell celebration. This week marks the first week of walking into the office that we no longer share. It’s going to be weird. We’ve grown quite close over the past two years. I’ve had several thoughts over the weekend of, “I need to tell Michelle this on Monday,” only to be reminded that she won’t be there. Granted, we’re having her and her husband over for dinner tonight before they skip town tomorrow, but it’s not quite the same.
This week I am on my own. Luckily, I have only one week before her replacement arrives, and I am looking forward to working with her. She is energetic and filled with fresh, new ideas. But there is still this week, where decisions fall to me, and all responsibility is on me. I’m not too worried, as I have the support of many, but the idea does make me tired. I am struggling to maintain momentum in my job and I am counting down the days to a vacation that is not quite scheduled.
Luckily I had a relaxing weekend filled with scrap booking, one of my favorite hobbies that gets shoved into boxes and forgotten far too often. The tangible act of cutting paper and making pretty designs helped me relax this weekend, and I hope that will carry me through the week. I have a feeling I will be picking it back up several times this week, if my schedule allows.
Here goes nothing.
