I’ve only got a few minutes for you because I have to get ready to go to my new job! I’m very excited, I think this is going to be a fun job, with fun people. The various environments I’ve been in throughout my working career have made for some very interesting memories, to include the people I’ve worked with and interacted with. There’s nothing like real life to give you character.
Last night I spoke with my cousin Rebecca, whom I wrote about a little on Sunday, I told her I’d written about her and my uncle and that she should read it when she’s ready. She asked about the job, and last she knew I was working at home and very excited, we saw each other on my birthday. It’s funny how much things can change in such a short amount of time. Between you and me…I’m not sure working at home is for me.
I’m so much more social than I ever realized, I’d find myself craving interaction. I enjoyed being here when my son got home, that was a definite positive. I’ll be getting home later now, but it’s all good. I’m not upset about that, I’ve never worked 9 to 6 but it can’t be all that different than any other shift. Hopefully it’ll allow the worst of the traffic to die down both ways for me. Hopefully.
I can’t tell you much about my job, but what I can tell you is that I’ll do it well, once I know all of the aspects of my position. I’m to understand it’s a created position, so really that’s all the more reason for them to see that job as mine and no one else’s. That’s my mission anyways. Being unemployed incited feelings in me that I don’t care to revisit, however I look at it I feel I could have and should have avoided it still, but I do realize that maybe this had to happen to get me out of the job I was in.
I enjoyed most of the people that I worked with there, but I can honestly say I have never worked in a more hostile environment in my life, only one other time in my life can I compare that experience to, and I ran from that one too. I remember roughly a week before I found that “job” I had told a coworker that I was taking the first train out of there. That’s what I did, sadly that train derailed come payday, but lessons learned…water under the bridge…yada yada yada.
We’re on a new page, it’s a new day and you know what? I’m excited.
A lot of us have a Myspace page, or a Facebook page, LinkedIn or are on Twitter, Plurk, MommyTalk.com or another social media website where we interact and connect with others, either for business purposes, social purposes or to catch up with old friends.
When I first signed upon MySpace it was the first time I’d been involved in social media, I was also learning alot about HTML markup at the time so MySpace filled two spots, musical interest, and the ability to practice what I knew of HTML.
I enjoyed it at first a lot, read a lot of bloggers that blog only on MySpace – and there are a lot there that are stellar bloggers, limited by the MySpace audience. One in particular that I enjoyed immensely still blogs on MySpace and by all accounts is very successful there, and has even written a book since.
I started blogging for the first time on MySpace. It was sheltered and useful in that I was able to learn my style, how I like to write and address people and I especially liked that I could control who saw the blog.
I’m interested in how you use social media, I have a MySpace page, LinkedIn, Twitter, MyBlogLog (which I hardly log onto anymore) and am open to others that might forward my cause as a blogger.
What are your thoughts on social media? A waste of time, or valuable resource?
I grew up never fully understanding what love is…what it meant to love and be loved until I had my son. I understood when I had him what it meant to really love, to be willing to give up anything and everything for that little person you are responsible for bringing up, with love and respect and you hope you don’t screw up.
I spent a lot of time reading books while I was pregnant and even after he was born, while he slept I did a lot of reading, I even traded classes and took child development classes my senior year in high school once I found out I was pregnant and tried to learn all that I could to be a good mother, or at least decent. I felt that my example hadn’t been what I wanted to be and I needed to learn as much as possible so that I could make informed decisions as his mother.
My Little Valentine
I thought I did pretty good, even better once I was divorced and it was just me and the little guy. We had a great time together and spent a lot of time just having fun, we used to have a weekly “date night” where we’d go see a movie after dinner and he’d of course crash on the way home in the car, but I think those will be good memories for him.
The Valentine
Then I met J. From the first time we talked over the computer, on AOL of all places, I knew there was something different about him. A sincerity I’d never really seen in a man before, an honesty that broke down all the walls I had put up against people since childhood. From the first time we met, after a week of corresponding by email and talking on the phone, I really wanted to become a part of his life, and make him a part of mine.
I had always kept my dating life away from my son, and that’s not to say I did a lot of dating, I didn’t. But the few dates I went on I was sure my son wasn’t there and didn’t have any interactions with the other person. I didn’t think he needed to be part of that. When I met J though, it was different, he was different. He had a respect for that relationship between myself and my son and it didn’t take long for me to decide that I really wanted to make an effort to keep him around and introduced him to the little guy, who of course was a direct reflection of me.
My little guy was five at that time and in kindergarten. He has always been a fun boy and easy to love and get along with. He can carry on good conversations and can be read like a book, so it’s easy to tell when he’s upset or having problems so that we can help him.
Before I met J my priorities had been my son, school and work, in that order. I hadn’t met but one or two people since my divorce and wasn’t all that into dating really, it seemed cold and superficial and I never liked the bar and club scene, so my options I guess were limited to fellow students and coworkers, of which the pool was tainted and dirty, left with those choices I was happier single.
The first time we met, he made a move to hug me and I let him. Admittedly I’m not an affectionate person, our family was not the affectionate type so it just never became a part of my makeup, a habit to hug and cuddle. Not that I minded it. By the end of that evening I was swooning over him.
After that initial meeting I didn’t think he would call me because I had baggage and all. But he did and as surprised as I was, I was equally intrigued and enraptured by him. I fell in love quickly and have been that way since. I could ask for no better friend, partner, or lover.
I can’t imagine finding a better role model for my son. He’s willing to answer questions, show my son things that he’ll need to know as an adult and coached him on what it is to be a man. He treats him like his own son. I can only hope that one day my son realizes all that J has been there for and shared with him and appreciates that relationship of a father to a son, he could ask for no better.
As an adult I have learned what love is and that I cannot live without it. J and my son have taught me more about love than any author ever thought about putting in a book and it turned out I had pretty good mothering instincts. My son is a great boy and I’ve got a great man to be my Valentine every year for as long as this life allows us.
