December 1st marked my 3 year anniversary of working as a psw in a facility that I like. In a JOB that I like, with co-workers I like and residents I like. Nay, LOVE. I’ve said it before and I will keep saying it at nauseum because this is my blog and never in my life have I been happier in a career choice. I LOVE IT. I love it despite the fact that sometimes I have to work the 3-11 shift, that on most work days I’m up at 5am, that I have to work holidays, that I’m part time, that my commute can get on my nerves and my residents aren’t always nice to me. How many people are this lucky, this blessed to have a job like this?! To love it despite all it’s negative aspects? Not many, and for that and so many things I am thankful.
Not a bad way to round off 2013.
Alas, I will be working New Years Eve and day. It used to bug me and sometimes still does. I try to go to bed before midnight because sometimes it upsets me to hear people celebrating. I want to be a part of the fun, I want the kiss at midnight. The last time that happened was 3 years ago at Yonge & Bloor subway station and even that was lousy. But it’s ok. Because I am ok with being upset about it sometimes. I’m not embarrassed about my feelings and expressing them no matter how “silly” people may say New Years is. It’s human to want to be a part of something and be involved.
And that’s when I think, you know what? I am involved and a part of something special. I get to spend my New Years Day with some of the nicest people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. People that don’t always have family of their own and have become a part of mine. I think I may even go into work with a party hat on.
What’s sad is that none of my co-workers would be surprised.
I love my job