The absence of the Sunday Scaries! As of August 15th, I have a new job. I’m still working in a school, but not a school that I’m used to. Whereas I have taught and led a school for students in grades prekindergarten to 8th grade for my entire career, I am now working at a local community college. Very local in fact. It’s less than a mile from my house, which allows me the luxury of coming home for my hour long lunch break every day. There’s a lot to be said about this new job and what my responsibilities are in comparison to what I used to do. But I think the most important thing to note about where I work now is the environment. My department is made up of all women. There are probably 12 or 13 of us in all that are there every day working together. The atmosphere radiates positivity and camaraderie. They welcomed me immediately and now that I am on the eve of starting my second full week there, I feel at home among these ladies. Most importantly, my supervisor is a very effective leader. She is quite a bit younger than me, which is a first for me, but she knows what she’s doing and she knows what needs to be done. She doesn’t criticize and if there is something that needs to be corrected or somebody did something that wasn’t quite right, she points it out in a respectful, almost comfortable kind of way. I’ve only worked for seven days and yet, I feel at ease around her and everyone else. Tomorrow is Monday, and while I don’t necessarily look forward to going to work (I mean, who wouldn’t rather stay home and sleep in and do lazy stuff around the house rather than go to work?) I don’t dread it. I don’t have anxiety while I sit in my favorite spot on the couch watching a movie with my husband that we’ve seen a thousand times. I’m not mourning the loss of the weekend and wishing so badly for there to be more time before having to go back to work tomorrow. I have a feeling of ‘it is what it is’. I have to go to work tomorrow and that’s just the way it is. No other strong feelings about it. This is a delightful change and one that I look forward to continuing for many more Sundays to come.
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Middle-aged Maverick is indeed middle-aged and she’s proud of it. She has a tendency to over think and over analyze many of the things she encounters in her life, as evidenced in many of her posts. She knows how to drive a stick-shift car, prefers Coke over Pepsi, and spent many of her adolescent years being obsessed with Jim Carrey.
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