A pending mid-year review has me hiding in the corner Starbucks drinking cafe au lait and wishing the day was already done so my stomach could stop with the flippy flops And I could be back home with the family. As it turns out, my Starbucks is also getting a review–the district manager is here evaluating the displays and taking the temperature of the coffee and the milk and what have. I never considered that someone actually came to evaluate how they display the coffee and the tea though when I think about it, that is the key to standardization which Starbucks is despite it’s efforts to appear individual and cute. Is it better to realize I am not the only person getting reviewed today or not?
I’ve been thinking about jobs more these days, my job and those belonging to other people and those I might prefer. I think it started when a big batch of people from my office retired. All of the sudden I started thinking what would it be like to fill my day with volunteering and reading, cooking and knitting. One day I realized I was actually feeling jealous that I had to go to work when I’d much rather not. After all these years, litigation is draining and exhausting and full of negative energy. I don’t want to deal with recidivist defendants and their counsel. I don’t want to make war. I want to do something positive, I just don’t know what that is.
The inheritance from my mother is enough to make sure we can have a good holiday every year and help the posse with college and buy a new sofa but it’s not enough to retire early on, not even if we do the small house thing and sell most of what we own. So I have to press on and improve my attitude until I too can move on to the next step, be it writing or cooking or whatever. I know the time will come. I just have to be a bit more patient. Perhaps it’s time to start hitting my cushion again.