Sunlight peeks through...

A few weeks ago, on a Friday, I went to work - filled with the same dread and anxiety that had taken hold after my first week at the job I started in January.  It was the first warmer day we'd had in a while; the sun was shining.  After about two or three hours, I couldn't take being in that office and left on the pretense of being ill.  I went home, picked up lunch, did laundry and relaxed.  I received a call late in the day to come into an office in Brooklyn the following week for a job interview, after a friend asked me for my resume - he gave it to his boss and she wanted to meet me.

I went the following Friday on the interview and met this incredibly kind woman who didn't so much as interview me, but had a conversation.  Within ten minutes, she said she wanted to offer me the position as her assistant and offered me more money than the job was slated to pay.  i happily accepted; we continued to talk for a while and I left with a physical offer letter in hand.  I was elated and relieved.

When I gave my two weeks' notice to my job, it didn't make me feel any better or less tense, etc.  Those last weeks were going to be a hellride.   Yesterday was my last day - I left by 11:30 a.m. because after three days of watching a few unnerving events in that office, I didn't want to deal with it any longer.  There was no point in making myself any more ill than this job had already made me.

This Monday I start my new position.  All I want to do is look towards learning, understanding and taking the reins of this job; being responsible and consequent and doing good work.  It's not lofty or unrealistic.  I just want to contribute in a meaningful way and be able to breathe before, during and after work hours.