Another way to avoid the January blues

So I had some unbeknownst-to-them helpers in my quest to avoid the dreaded January depression.  On Thursday, I arrived at my desk to find this little beauty waiting for me:

One of the guys I work with usually brings me my favorite beverage when he is going to be in the building. Such a lovely surprise.  A couple of hours later, I got a call from the receptionist that I had a box waiting for me downstairs.  Here's what was waiting for me in the lobby:

I know, right?  Yet another of the nice guys I work with surprised me with some beautiful flowers - just because.  Who doesn't love getting flowers?

Three things

There are three things I don't want to blog about but I'm going to anyway to keep this from being a Bachelorette-only blog and they are:

1. My callings.  I'm super busy with my church callings.  Like, every day there's something to do kind of busy.  Like, I can't think about anything else kind of busy.  I guess that's what happens when you are a callings hog and have three of them at once.  If I'm not working on camp stuff, I'm going to marathon length Youth Conference meetings (you need me to create thank you's for 55 people by Thursday?  No problem!) or I'm trying to think of creative ways to sing, review and repeat the same song every Sunday in Primary until those darling children are singing it in their sleep. It will get better...it will get better...it will get better.

2. My job.  I love my new job and feel great about the change I made back in March.  However, not everything has been perfect.  At the risk of blogging something I will eventually feel guilty about and delete, I will just say that we don't always work with people we would normally choose to spend hours each day with.  Sometimes we get snapped at or ignored and not because we have done anything to deserve it.  I did my best to tune it out, block it out, ignore it – but it still always stung a bit. Why should I care that a person I barely know is mean to me? Well, I haven’t yet figured out how to not care if people don’t like me. I’m hoping that comes with 50 since it sure didn’t happen when I turned 40, dang it.  The great thing is I work for a large company and that means that people move to new jobs in different buildings far, far away and everyone is happier because of it.  Especially me.

3. My dad.  I loved him.  We had a far from ideal relationship.  He wasn't the perfect dad and I certainly wasn't the perfect daughter but I'm thinking about him today and wishing things had been different and better.

Blogworthy news

I'm not sure I'm loving the whole "blog once a week" thing but since I've had a lot going on lately (including stuff I couldn't really talk about) I just haven't been able to blog. But the cone of silence has been lifted and I can officially tell you I got the job!

The interview was much easier than I expected -- only three simple questions. They obviously liked my answers because two days later I was told the job was mine. I started supporting the new guy on Monday in addition to my regular work and let me just tell you, I am going crazy. Thankfully, I will be able to start offloading my old job to my replacement by next week.

I have such mixed emotions about everything. I'm over the moon happy about the new job. Seriously thrilled, I tell you! My new boss is so nice and very similar in leadership style to my current (beloved) boss. He's also just as devoted to his family, just as ethical and a really great guy. The job will be different and with different challenges which is good after working in the same group for nearly five years. I could also easily pull a Dwight Schrute and cross out the "to the" after the "assistant" part of my title and sound REALLY important.
HOWEVER, I get in my car and cry just about every night as I drive home because I'm so sad to be making this change. Last night, my (beloved) boss called all three phone numbers, sent texts to both work/personal cell phones and finally called my friend Krysta to try and find me because he thought he had said something that upset me. I mean, come on...who does that? I know we'll still be close - it'll just be "different" and I'm not always a big fan of "different."

Anyway, I'll be fine. This really is a great thing. I just want (a.) to stop crying so much and (b.) to sleep for 8 hours in a row. Is that so much to ask? I think not.