It’s been almost two weeks now since I started a new job. I’m still at the same company, but different boss, different department, different responsibilities. It’s a very good opportunity for me, and I think I’m going to be good at it, ONCE THEY LET ME DO SOMETHING.
Therein lies my problem. I was at my old job for almost 5 years, and in that time I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be the new kid on the block. I am officially in training, which means that when one of my new coworkers has work to do that I will need to know how to do, they come and get me and show me how to do it. We are rapidly running out of things that I haven’t learned yet, so I sit at my desk a lot and read procedures (or blogs, but let’s not mention that to my boss!).
I can’t wait until I have real work to do again, but right now nobody really has anything for me (or else they don’t trust me to do it? – NAH, that can’t be it. 🙂 ).
My husband also started a new job this week. My new position is a good step up for me, but his is HUGE — a much better fit for him than his old job. Unfortunately, his new job is in a different location. We used to be able to commute together, but now I drive alone every day, and he can walk to his office from our house (unfair).
I have decided to use my new solitary commute time to improve my mind, so I went to the library and checked out some books-on-CD. Our library doesn’t have a very big selection (conundrum — the books are all on tape, and the new mommymobile mini-van doesn’t have a cassette player — what to do?). I was able to find some good stuff, though. Right now I’m listening to Langsten Hughes reading some of his own poetry. One of my favorites:
Hold fast to dreams,
for when dreams die,
life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
I was surprised how moving it was to hear him explain his thoughts on his work, and to tell the stories behind some of the poems. He speaks a lot about his influences, as well, especially African-American music like blues and spirituals that affected the tones and rhythms he used.
A very wise man, Mr. Hughes. He understood that singin’ the blues can put the whole thing in perspective so you can move on past it.
Life in the Fruit Salad household is:Crazy. Wonderful. Exhausting. Exhilarating. Chaotic. Full. Blessed.