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12 / 21 / 2009Leave it up to me to somehow neglect to double check the amazon shipping address for Tim’s Christmas present. This *slight* oversight resulted in said gifts being shipped to my old job.
Yah. Exactly. Yay?
I got an email the same damn day the tracking thing said my Tim’s presents were supposed to be on the doorstep all, “We’ve got your mail. And PS: Also? Your jacket. I think you left it here?”
FYI: I worked at a culinary school as the Registrar (think: records and compliance and rules. i.e.: no opportunity to color outside the lines) and I resigned in August to try and achieve my dream of becoming a writer…which seems to be everyone’s dream, so in hind sight I probably should have picked something else. Like a brain surgeon. But, I don’t *do* blood without blacking out and I’m guessing that’s probably a bad thing when working with the grey matter, so…anyway, the point is: I haven’t been back since my last day, 8/31/09.
And now…now you’re letting me know you’re holding my black leather jacket hostage? Awesome. I thought it had disappeared into the great void, gone forever to the place socks go…though they never *go* together, like, as a pair. Why the hell not? I’m not one to dissect the ways of socks but…maybe that’s sock divorce? They had one too many knock ‘em down, drag ‘em out rounds in the dryer so one is all, “I’m tired of always covering the left foot. The left foot has a bunion and it stretches me out. You don’t wanna sacrifice your fibers? Fine. Have a nice life in the back of the drawer. Or on the 1-sock shelf in goodwill.”
I’m not entirely sure *where* the socks go, exactly. If I did, I’d probably be awesome. But I’m not. Either way, I was pretty much convinced that’s where my jacket went. I still hadn’t found a way to tell Tim I lost it and I kept wearing outfits that didn’t require said garment or I’d just freeze my ass off, pretending I *forgot* to wear a jacket or explaining in a whiny voice that a jacket would ruin. my. ensemble.
But once I got the email stating my jacket was actually *not* lost? I totally came clean to Tim all, “My old work has my jacket. Remember? My black one? I thought it was lost…but it wasn’t. It was just at work. Oops? But, at least I *technically* never lost it. I just forgot it. Which is definitely a step up for me, don’t you think?”
Tim just rolled his eyes all, “Seriously? What’s the difference?”
Uhhh…that it’s not lost? Duh.
So today…I’m going to retrieve my held-for-hostage-jacket and Tim’s presents.
The ransom? A lunch date with a former co-worker.
I’m psyched that I get to catch up on all the gossip without the stress of having to deal with the reasons behind the bullshit…but I’m also scared? I think? That job was my life. My purpose. It was weird when someone else took it over…and though I didn’t regret it…it’s still strange. One day you’re on top of the mountain…
And then you’re not.
You’re starting all over AGAIN. From the bottom.
And to go back to your old castle, the place you ruled…when it isn’t yours anymore?…
Sometimes, I hate growing up. Sometimes…growing up is a bitch that you just can’t slap.
And that bitch is making her way to her old castle…
I mean, I don’t think *I’m* a bitch…just metaphorically speaking…
Well, I guess sometimes I can be pretty bitchy.
But I think that trait is hard wired into the female chromosome? So technically, it’s not *my* fault.
Blame Adam…or Eve…or the Neanderthals?
Actually, I think I’d blame the cavemen. They beat each other up with clubs. Which was a pretty shitty way to handle things if they didn’t go your way.
Though…that was probably their way of saying, “Fuck you, asshole.”
Touché, caveman.
Yay for getting your Jacket back!
I can’t believe you fessed up to Tim. I totally would have just picked it up with the mis shipped present and just started wearing it again.
It sucks going back to the old world (job) and find that it didn’t fall apart witout you.
When I left my last job for my curent company I couldn’t have been happier. I was moving on to bigger and better things. Then came the last day, and I bawled! I kept in touch with a few co workers, but I never went back. I didn’t want to see what changes the person they brought in to replace me did to my old office to make it thiers.
Selfish? Absolutely! It just seemed to me like going back would be like going back to an ex boyfriends place and seeing the changes the current girlfriend made.
Oh you are tripping me out. I’ve got a call today with my old boss and I’m on pins and needles! I think you just succeeded in making me more nervous – if that’s even possible!
Visits back are always good. You get to leave and breathe a huge sigh of relief!
And growing up is a total bitch. I wish I could slap it too!
At least you’re getting your jacket back!! I hate going back to my old places of employment. I kind of like to just believe that nothing was the same after I left, and that things couldn’t go on without me. But my roommate just started back at my old job. It’s kind of fun to get to hear the old gossip, without having to actually deal with the people!
Here’s the thing: I loved my old job. I loved it so much it was bad for my health and my social life. So I had to leave. Now when I go back in (it was a convenience store/gas station) I get very territorial and all Holier Than Thou when I see someone I don’t know at the counter. Because it’s still MY store, damnit. I had to leave because I loved it so much. DON’T THEY KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS FOR ME?? Man.
i wouldn’t want to go back to my old work. once i quit i met my (former) colleagues at nice cafes. way better than the stupid office and so much easier to gossip freely!
That’s funny! I had lunch with two former co-workers. Their gossip made me sooo glad I didn’t work there anymore.
I’m really sad those socks got divorced. I think some aloe and foot baths could have worked wonders.
And if I were you, I’d be all badass going back there. You don’t WORK there. You get to be at home doing what you love. I bet they are hatin’ and jealous. I would be.:-)
This is hysterical. Been there, felt that way. As a side note: I too have the Me + Dad = Rocky relationship. I’m with you! Sounds to me like we have much in common
Hi from 20SB. Love your blog, such pretty calming colors
On the bright side, at least you don’t have to work with a bunch of people who will knowingly and willfully have a jacket they’re not supposed to have — a nice leather jacket at that — and not even bother to do the right thing and make a simple phone call! Good riddance to them!
I mean seriously, what if you had gotten chilly without your jacket, and needed to be stylish and didn’t have the appropriate overgarment? Did they think of that? Noooo!
Hmm. I might also have that bitch chromosome. Yes, yes, I think that’s a distinct possibility
Hey, better pursue your dream than always wonder (& be plagued by the thought) “What If?” I just turned 40 and I can tell you that it is something you don’t want to live with with authority… You know we are all rooting for you. For living your dreams, silly. Not for getting back your jacket AND Tim’s Xmas presents.
So did you get it? Your jacket.