Quite a lot has been going on with me over the past few months. I quit my job, left Eufaula (cue the choir), and moved back home, to Houston. So I'm kinda back to where I started when this blog began, unemployed and living in a strange city. Funny how life works out, huh? Technically I've called this city 'home' for over a decade, but the last half of those years I spent the majority of my time in Austin so I never really go to experience everything that Houston had to offer. But now I'm back, I'm an adult, and I would like to get to know you a little better Houston. Let's go out for some drinks.
Before I just jump back into it, I feel like I owe everyone an apology for falling off the face of the Earth and abandoning my blogging duties. Trust me, I have plenty of stories to tell, but at the time I didn't feel like it was appropriate to write about my work or my coworkers. I developed real friendships with the people of Eufaula and in a strange way I think the town will always have a fond place in my heart. But enough of the mushy stuff, let's reminisce shall we?
I guess I should tell you what my job in Eufaula was in the first place. I worked as the Secretary for the Eufaula Country Club. Snazzy, I know. Like I said before, definitely not a resume booster, but it kept me busy and put a little (and I mean little) green in my bank account. As the Secretary, I interacted with employees and members of the club on a constant basis. I'm sure you are starting to get an idea where the majority of my stories will be coming from. I just want to briefly touch on a special moment that happened on my last day of work. I spent my last day saying good-bye to all the people that I had developed friendships with over the year, all of my co-workers and a good handful of members. A lot of people stopped by my office to say good-bye, wish me luck and have one last conversation before I left. One conversation in particular stuck out to me and I will probably never forget it, because it is burned into my memory forever.
I'm sitting at my desk when V and B come in to say good-bye. They came into my office many times during my reign at ECC so I had developed a nice relationship with both of them. The conversation starts out like most did that day, "we're going to miss you" "you were so enjoyable to have around the office" etc etc. Then we start making small talk and I start asking questions about their family and the conversation turns to V's daughter who is expecting a child sometime next year. For some reason we start talking about V's daughter's husband and here is where the conversation takes a turn for the worse. Apparently V doesn't have such a great relationship with this guy and to illustrate her point she tells me this...
"He is the type of person that you could shoot, bury in the woods and then not ever think about him again for the rest of your life"
What???
I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever met that type of person before. So are you saying he has a forgetful face, or are you actually saying what I think you are saying?
Pretty sure I knew what she was saying and I'm not even joking when I say that my fight or flight instinct kicked in and I started gauging the distance to the nearest exit. BECAUSE WHO SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT? Weren't we just talking about how much all of you people are going to miss me? Let's go back to that.
So I did what any good Secretary would do. Smile a nod until they leave.
I'm sure everyone has a good "last day of work" story, but I'm just going to go ahead and call Trump Card on mine.
