This time the mist hiding the hills is the usual sort, thank goodness. The tents are already going up for the TDU Village.
My first full week back at work was a time of discovery: first, that my colleagues are Very Funny people. Some of them – I have my suspicions as to the identity of the ringleader! – decided to put my name front and centre in a training-session slide… heading an email I’d sent them from my previous job (as recently as April last year). Hahaha. Thanks for the hilarity. It was funny, but it was also a, “Wow, hasn’t life changed in that short space of time?” moment.
Second, that complete strangers can be very kind. One morning, as I was enjoying my stroll in the sunshine en route from the bus to the office building, a woman a little younger than I said, “Excuse me, lovely lady,” and tucked in my protruding label… which is meant to be one of Dr B’s jobs, but plainly one he’d not done well that morning. I thanked her sincerely, then we laughed and shared chit-chat and comments about the hot weather and the hazards of icily airconditioned buildings.
Third, that I’m not nearly as tough as I thought I was when it comes to weird drinks. After having often managed to down some extremely bitter Italian drinks, I didn’t think a mere cup of tea would defeat me. But it did. I couldn’t even finish it!
Fourth, that the general shenanigans of various armed forces on the world stage could bring me to decide that, what the heck? I’d jolly well go and have a coffee and a cupcake during my lunch break. The cafe was charming, the iced latte acceptable, but on the whole the cupcake was somewhat disappointing. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing to have been eating, had I ended up blown to smithereens, but not optimal.
Fifth, although this is not a new discovery, that the weather is capable of anything! I found myself electing to have a sandwich and coffee indoors one day because, despite its being January and appallingly hot most of the time, that day it was actually cold and wet. I know. The view from the office window was distinctly damp, but also a reminder that the TDU will soon be kicking off.
Sixth, that my crojo is so absent at the moment that I couldn’t bring myself to join the fortnightly craft corner that’s part of our office’s wellbeing efforts. I have rather less than zero energy and about the same amount of enthusiasm for any of the patterns I’m trying. This is not a good place to be when two little cousins are going to need rugs in March. Granny squares look like being a solution I can manage.
Seventh, although this was more a reminder, that it is delightful to meet up with the Bs after work on Friday for a leisurely evening meal at the Market. Since YoungB started full-time work, we’ve struggled to get our calendars in synch. Last week, after we’d all rushed about for this, that and the next meeting, we finally managed it. That was an unquestionably nice way to end a decidedly odd week.
They weren’t all on separate days, but I appear to have come up with something that could be allocated individually to each day of the whole week, not simply my working week.
If your work week is also weird, I do hope that it’s in nice ways 🙂