The Soda Stand

As I sit here winding down from my day of packing, watching football, over eating on pizza and playing with my puppies, my thoughts end up what I have to look forward too this week at work. This post will probably be full of broken or run on sentences, jumbled thoughts laid here for your viewing pleasure.

Tomorrow is the first day of my last week at work. Thursday is my last day. I’m really looking forward to it, at the same time as being extremely nervous and scared. It makes stomach get a little upset thinking I’m going to be jobless for any amount of time.

Thankfully, the money I walk away with from work will be substantial and it will last me awhile. But I’m hoping to find a job shortly after I get there so I don’t have to spend all of my money. I’m wanting to put it into a CD or some kind of investment account.

As I’m getting ready to go to bed and then start my last week tomorrow, I look back at the last 15 years. WOW. Have I come a long way! I remember my first day when I got hired on full time (actually just about 13 1/2 years ago) and ended up on graveyard.

I went from 150 to about 115 in 6 months time. I stopped eating and stopped sleeping. I felt like I was on meth. And then I transferred to swing shift. Swing shift was the fucking bomb diggity. I loved it! I was 22 years old, I was loving the night life this town offers and the HAWTEST cops worked swing shift with me, so we went out a lot!

I was on swing shift for 2 years and then transferred to one of the substations and was on day shift. Luckily, I was on the “late” day shift which was 10am to 6pm. This allowed me to still stay up fairly late and sleep in a bit. I was there for awhile and then had a problem with a co-worker, so I transferred back to where I was on swing shift before.

Again, I was on swing shift and loved it. I thrived on swing shift. I could sleep in, stay up late and just absolutely LUFFED it. It would probably kill me now to be on a swing shift LOL

After about 9 months there, I transferred BACK to that first substation (yeah, I ended up going there twice). I was there for 7 months and then got promoted to a “trainer” position. Guess where I went? LOL, you guessed it, right back to where I started working swing shift AGAIN.

I was there for a year and a half before transferring to my second home (no, not the first substation) as I like to call it. I was at this substation for 2 1/2 years as a lead worker and trainer. The people at this station became my extended family. We had such a good time there.

I then promoted to the job I’m doing now. When we promoted to Admin Asst, we get assigned a boss and follow that boss wherever he/she gets transferred. However, for me, I got a shitty boss so after a year and 4 months (not that I counted) I got me a new boss and this entailed me transferring again.

I loved the new boss. He was smart, compassionate and he let me do my job without micro managing me the way the first boss did. And then this boss decided to retire. Ugh. During this whole time, my current boss (who had not promoted yet) and I were discussing working together when he DID promote.

Since the second boss was retiring, I had to find a home until the current boss got promoted. So I transferred back to my second home (the 2nd substation I worked) for 8 months, with a new boss. This was a female boss and let me tell you, I sure hope I get a MALE boss when I move to Kentucky cause working for women sucks ass. We would PMS at the same, get moody at the same time and we always took it out on each other. Ugh. It was horrid. And then when she found out I wanted to go work for my current boss? HOLY SHIT!

I transferred from that station to the last station I worked at. My boss and I were there for a year and 2 months before being transferred to where we are now. And that’s where I’m at today. In almost 14 years, I transferred so many times I lost count. I went to three different places twice each and loved them each time I was there.

I met some great friend, I met some great enemies. I met some of the most compassionate people I’ve ever met in my life. I also got to meet some married men who wanted to cheat on their wives. LOL That happens a lot in my line of work ya know.

My best friend ever and I met at work, working swing shift. She was pregnant with her youngest when we first met. He’s now 10 years old, going to be 11. What an awesome thing to remember.

I have so many incredible memories from the job I’ve held for 15 years. I have no regrets. I have no resentments and I have no enemies as I leave this job. What an incredible thing for me to be grateful for.

Until next time…

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