What a difference a year makes. I’ve got to say that the 35 to 36 year was good. It started out like shit, but only got better.
On August 10, 2009, I was on a conference call at 7:30. On said call, I was ridiculed, embarrassed and told my services would not be needed at my job. Of course, I still had to do my job; I just had to feed it to someone else who’d be the front man. I was deemed expendable and unnecessary.
That was the bottom. As I saw it, things could only get better.
It improved 7 days later when MooMoo came to see us.
It improved even more the following day when I had email from the Ops Manager at another job. They wanted to talk and start the process of hiring me.
It got better when I got that job and was able to start it.
It’s only gotten better since. I should say the highlight was the arrival of Moo, but it really has been my improved happiness. She certainly played a large part, but being happy at work, not having to travel and feeling better, in general, played a larger part. It took a while, but I finally feel good about just about everything. I still have plenty to bitch about; but not as much as I did a year ago.
What did I have a year ago?
A larger waistline
A pregnant wife
A job I loathed
7 St John shirts
19 Hawaiian shirts
What do I have now?
A smaller waistline
A job I love
9 St John shirts
20 Hawaiian shirts
Some you lose, some you win. All in all, the year goes in the win column.