I work in three buildings, with three different sets of staff, and three distinct sets of residents, all of which I will be abandoning for a full eight days so I can celebrate the holidays with my family. (This year Hanukkah and Christmas overlap, so there will be logistical issues at the best of times. Best to be focused.)
Today I finished up with one of my locations for the year, and tomorrow it's another and then Monday, the last. Sure I'm only off for eight days, but I've been pretty much full-on in these places for the past six months so it feels weird to step back and take a breath. It's a different feeling, though, than it used to be with the old company, where being away for too long carried with it the threat that someone may decide you weren't needed after all. Now I feel confident that I'm needed, and while I don't foresee riots if I was dropped, I can imagine a couple of sternly-worded letters going to the appropriate desks.
But there's no need to talk like that. I'm kicking ass at this job.
Soon I will step away and take a few breaths, then return to help all of the elderly residents come to terms with the new tech they will be given over the holidays. Way back when I told people what my job was going to change into and almost everyone commented that they would be driven mad by having to help the elderly with computers, and at the time I mostly agreed. Now I'm of a different mind. I enjoy it. The genuine gratitude that people show when you help them understand something that seems so foreign to them is beautiful. Some of the younger people I work with could take some notes there.
I just have two more work days and then it's Jingle Bells and Dreidel.
I wonder if I'll get any writing done?