October 22, 2009
I felt much stranger than I thought I would leaving work today. It was like a sadness overwhelming me. I’m trying to organize my thoughts/feelings in my head to decide if my sadness was a result of the rainy, gloomy weather that suddenly dominated much of Indiana, or if it was the fact that I was leaving the state for 10 days and wouldn’t see my home or my “comfort zone” for a while. It’s been a minute since I’ve been on an actual vacation. A couple years maybe? But this is my first paid vacation and time away from my full time job.
You know, working in a small knitted place with the same people 5 days a week for 9 hours a day really grows on you. I love where I work and who I work with. They’ve become my second family. I believe I’m with them more than I’m with my real family. You learn what ticks people off, what makes them happy, you know how they act when they’re sad or irritated. You learn who’s grumpy in the morning’s before their coffee, who hates when people ask too many questions or who simply just likes to complain. All day. You learn who to ignore and who to take seriously. You learn about life…really. Each person that works at Roberts comes from a completely different background than the next. And learning about what they’ve been through and what they’re going through makes you stop and either humble yourself or bask in their happiness with them. I’m not exactly sure why it’s so difficult to break away from work…I’ve never had a job that I enjoy going to each day so much. It doesn’t even feel like I’m at work. It just feels like I’m at home. With my friends/family. But now…riding along in this five passenger oversized shoe of a car, I can do nothing more than relax. Because, regardless of what I miss, what I want and where I am. I am on vacation. A time for myself. To think, to write, to live and to discover.
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