Work

Here I go again - updating my gratefulness....

This is my current employer's logo. We work in the oil & gas industry in case that wasn't clear. I love my job! I know a lot of people like their jobs, but I really LOVE my job.  I am so blessed. This job is an answer to so many prayers.

In my life I've only had 7 jobs (I'm 42 so that's really not that bad of a track record). I've changed careers twice. I had a job I enjoyed, however due to economic conditions I was laid off after 7 years and 8 months. The boss I had was flexible and as long as I was doing what was needed and necessary we had a great working relationship (which I think is how it's supposed to work). However, when I was laid off I worked frantically to find another job. I worked hard trying to find something that would give me the ability to still be a functioning working mom. After a few weeks I found an 8-5 job that was only 15 minutes from our home and school. It allowed me to drop my son off  at school before work (thank heavens our town has all day kindergarten). That was a plus in my book.

However it was not a good fit. It taught me a lot, both good and bad. Which brings to my current position. I have the best boss in the world! He's flexible and as long as I'm doing what's needed and necessary we get along great! I have the utmost respect for him. I hope he knows how grateful I am.

If you have a great boss & great working circumstances - be sure to let them know.

What's in a name?

     

     What’s in a name? Everything! Names can cause heartache or triumph. They’re an adjective that’s so powerful tears of joy or sorrow can come with a mere mention. I’m trying to teach my kids the lesson that names are so important. 

    

      That was one way I knew a new chapter in my life had begun. I knew when we planned our family that I would have to be one of “those” moms who work outside her home. So when the day finally came to take my precious baby boy to the wonderful, loving people who would care for him in my absence there were no tears. Not from me and certainly no from him. When I arrived to retrieve him that first day one of the other mommies was there & she called me a name. She said “Oh you must be Robert’s mom”. There it was. She called me a name that no one outside our family had used to describe me before. MOM – it hit me like a ton of bricks; the newest chapter in my life – MOM. It brought tears to my eyes. It’s a name I wear proudly. So fast forward 5 years. I’m having a conversation with Lauren (who is 2) on our way to her school. I say “La, do you prefer to call me Mommy or Mom?” Imagine my surprise when she says “Um, Paula”. I had worked pretty hard to be called Mom. Guess I need more teaching time with her!