(Insert one of those convoluted infographics: the linear progress you expect to make, versus the convoluted mess life generally is!)
I went back & skimmed a few “ancient history” SP entries from 2014 - thank the Lord I am no longer having to “co-parent” with my ex-husband; talk about exhaustion!!! Then reviewed a few desperate entries from ‘21 when I was seriously concerned about Z’s “failure to launch”… Fun times! (not)
But yesterday I couldn’t face another Texas swing in the weather, with bitter cold & icy wind - it was like a game of chicken with my friend Sam texting to cancel first! But my consolation prize was meeting my son for a late lunch/early dinner; I hadn’t shared a meal with him for quite a while. And I mean “share” quite literally because he wanted to order appetizers off their happy hour menu; Z wouldn’t even let me look at the regular menu… I shouldn’t have indulged in that Moscow Mule; Zach said I was “moving like a zombie” when we left. Z was a little disillusioned, being reprimanded after correcting his boss’s mistake. I told him in large part that’s why I didn’t go to work at the zoo; I didn’t care to deal with the city bureaucracy. Thankfully he’s still getting on well with his coworkers & shouldn’t have to deal with a lot of daily interaction with this particular supervisor.
Meanwhile my only supervisor is me, myself & I, so I’ve got to get moving!
Edited postscript: the "Begin Again" title is derived from the fact that I finally peeled my rump out of my recliner last night, to stretch out on my yoga mat with my old "yoga crush" Robert - he has made some new videos for my YogaAnytime app; intermediate level is still a little beyond me, but dammit I TRIED..
Oh, boy! I think most of humanity can relate to that graphic!
ReplyDeleteI can also relate to Z's "wake up" to the reality of dealing with work relationships, especially with bosses! I remember every time I felt good, professionally, being knocked down a peg or two... worked that way in school, too. Insert some AA slogan here about the addictive personality, always thinking ourselves either "hot S" or "a piece of S", depending on the day... no in between... when in fact, life is all about the in between!
My son, being employed by the federal government, is also suffering a reality check at work, with certain actions impacting in unpredictable ways. Makes it harder to fulfill his mission at work. Thankfully, I'm here for him to vent to when he needs that escape valve. Not that I personally can *do* anything about his situation, but I can let him get it out of his system before he has to walk in the door and "be a dad".
Hang in there... hopefully by now, the Moscow Mule has processed and you're back to being Val!