The first exciting thing is to be able to send you a photograph from somewhere that is more than an hour from my house by car. I love Arundel. I appreciate there are far more stunning pictures of the castle, but not that I could take in a traffic jam.
Yesterday I had my first face-to-face business day for a year. I mean literally a year. I had it on the anniversary of my last working day in my old job (well, if you exclude the 10 day wrap up I had when I was made redundant).
I was ridiculously excited, my alarm went of at 5.00am as I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get there (2 hours it turns out - 3 hours to get home). I got dressed into a suit, did a full face of make-up and put my wedding ring on (again the first time in a year). That's a point, where did I put it when I took it off (phew, just checked, it's back in jewellery box!). I slung my laptop and notebooks over my shoulder and was in the car and moving by 06:30.
A year and 4 weeks ago, this whole activity would have depressed me intensely - yesterday it felt amazing - I had a sense of purpose. I'd been driving for about an hour when I realised I'd forgotten to put my watch on - but you can't have everything - at least I remembered my bra! (I've been braless for a year now - so liberating!).
Once I got there it felt so great to be talking to people, my first hurdle was actually knowing who people are - as though I've been working with them for 2 months, I haven't actually seen any of them and they don't put their cameras on for calls. Nobody looked how I imagined them at all - isn't that always the way. It felt very strange being inside with strangers. But once I got over that I found I was back in the swing of things very quickly.
I also felt very at home, my last job was based in a hangar by a runway. Now I've started a new job and guess what - it's based in a hangar by a runway. Bizarre really - it couldn't be a more different industry. The runway for the old job was for 767s and similar. The runway for the new job is for helicopters. So much excitement half way through the day when a helicopter took off outside the window. Well much excitement for me anyway.
Then there was the journey home - the journey there was clear as a bell, the journey home was a relentless traffic jam. However, so starved am I from any excitement - I actually found sitting in a traffic jam exciting as well. Obviously that will not last!
Awkward moment today, I was talking to husband and suddenly said in a high squeaky voice 'You're a terrible man'. Husband looked at me quizzically and said 'where did that come from'. I rifled through my mental filing cabinet and explained......
My best friend and I were obsessed with Michael Jackson when we were about 14. I was hoping we'd meet one day so we could get married (not sure that would have ever happened even if we did meet to be honest...). We obsessively watched everything he did and created our own language based around quotes and information around him. We'd write screeds to each other using this language - I mean literally pages and pages.
It all feels a little extraordinary now - and to be fair - even at the time if we'd told people what we were up to they'd have thought we were sad and a little odd - so we just didn't tell anybody.
Aaaaaanyway, I suddenly found myself explaining to my husband - 'When Michael Jackson is in the Wiz and he finds out that the Wizard is a fake - that's what he says to him'.
Husband raised eyebrows.
Husband said.... 'And how do you know that exactly?.....
Do you know what, I decided that I wouldn't give him that little nugget of information.
And as he doesn't read my blog (thanks husband), he'll never know.
And now that mental filing cabinet is open there's more coming to me - this will be meaningless to just about everybody but one person - but I'm going to mail them a link to this blog - so for that one person...... Could you pass the salt, Ah bam Wrong, You're a terrible man (oh I did that one), honestly, we're out of gas.
Sadly that's all my aged brain can remember...... for now. x
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