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Comment on It’s Not Awesome But I Can Live With It by Jesse the K

Jesse the K — Thu, 17 May 2012 00:46:04 +0000

That’s some mighty awesome awesome-making! Can you handle stairs? I’ve found them to be an acceptable substitute to walking-all-around. Even someplace as humdrum as an enclosed mall can provide me with useful amounts of interactions-with-others as well as moderate excercise.

Comment on Spiral Knights: Yes, That’s a Khorovod Charged Attack by Darkhelm

Darkhelm — Wed, 16 May 2012 02:51:00 +0000

Just wondering if you still played and whats your in game name

Comment on Playing Around with the Overherd by Arachne Jericho

Arachne Jericho — Mon, 14 May 2012 07:41:33 +0000

Thanks! :)

Comment on Time Betrays Us by ABE

ABE — Mon, 14 May 2012 04:54:19 +0000

Hugs back – and don’t forget to post as you figure things out. Enjoy YOUR new life, mold it and shape it to make you happy, now that you have more time and aren’t exhausted every minute.
ABE

Comment on Playing Around with the Overherd by siriosa

siriosa — Sat, 12 May 2012 18:46:24 +0000

oh, this is lovely. you have a spectacular team there.

Comment on Time Betrays Us by Arachne Jericho

Arachne Jericho — Sat, 12 May 2012 06:07:50 +0000

Aaah. Many things are explained now.

Also, *hugs*

Comment on Time Betrays Us by ABE

ABE — Thu, 10 May 2012 03:47:17 +0000

It is very hard, when you leave a workplace, to realize how little you mattered for your self, and even how little you mattered for your job role – especially when you are used to being needed and an integral part. It is one of the hardest things to accept: like a spoonful of water removed from a pond, your absence doesn’t even show. It happened to me when, 22 years ago, I got sick – and ended up on permanent disability. I mourn the job, I dream about the job – and yet only one person called me, once a year or so for a couple of the first years.
I didn’t have the energy, most of the time, to make the effort (if I’d had that kind of energy, I would have been back at work).
Years later, when returning to my research institution on days when my children had been invited to show their science fair projects, people would say hi (they remembered me), but have no idea where I’d been or why I hadn’t been there. They’d say things like ‘haven’t seen you in a while.’
Pick the couple of people you have more in common with than work – and make them your outside friends. If you make the effort, and they respond a bit, you have something to work with. Otherwise, make new friends based on common interests – and cultivate them: you should have more time for that kind of normality now that you are not on call every minute. Choose your friends, cultivate those who seem to be able to reciprocate, and treasure them. Interact with them, do things with them, take turns calling each other and suggesting things.
Work is fine – comrades at arms are fine – but they are circumstantial, and your circumstances can change without you choosing. Get along well with those at work, even, in some cases, play with those at work. But use those relationships to see who you could really be a friend with – and then go to a movie, invite them to dinner (now that you can cook), suggest a camping trip or a potluck supper or a progressive dinner.
You are the important part. This is YOUR life. You choose. It is well worth the effort, and far better than accidental friends.
Also realize that if you moved back to the previous team, you would fit right back in – same circumstances. It is the way of work relationships – nothing wrong with it.
It’s also okay to feel wistful about it. That’s life. I have contact with very few friends from college, and a couple from grad school, and a small number from previous employment, and the homeschool group that was convenient, and my mystery writer’s group, and my acting classes: all these places were easy places to meet people who MIGHT turn out to be compatible. Now I seem to be connecting with some of the people who share a writing interest online, by MY actions.
It would still have been nice if someone from work had cared, since I didn’t leave of my own volition, and would return in a heartbeat if I could do the job.
ABE

Comment on Time Betrays Us by Arachne Jericho

Arachne Jericho — Tue, 08 May 2012 03:53:20 +0000

I know how you feel about the meat. I made mostly vegetarian dishes for a while until I found the slow cooker and the magic of chicken breasts and cans of cream soup.

Comment on Time Betrays Us by Arachne Jericho

Arachne Jericho — Tue, 08 May 2012 03:51:04 +0000

That’s a great insight.

I’d almost trade freedom from the pager in for the camaraderie again, except that I really can’t. :-/

Comment on Time Betrays Us by Wogglebug

Wogglebug — Mon, 07 May 2012 00:59:49 +0000

“When your hands are in the chicken” is quite an evocative phrase. I came to meat -cookery only recently, and had to buy medical-grade gloves before I could stand to handle raw meat beyond ‘pick up boneless, skinless cutlets from package, place in pan’.

Transitions are always somewhat difficult, and ones that are semi-involuntary are more so. You have worked hard in life and I have faith that you will handle this one well.