Last night, I started getting homesick for my job. I had the best job in the word. When I got the job, it was the boss, me, and the secretary in an office. Soon after, the boss asked if I would “mind” working at home. MIND????
So, for about eight great years, I went to work down the hall from my bedroom. My commute was about 10 feet. In that perfect job, I was able to put everything I learned in 30 years of working in civil engineering to use. It was the ideal situation. I provided the room, and my boss provided everything that was in my office before we both left to work out of our houses.
I was in charge of my own empire. My boss trusted me to plan my work in such a way so that everything got done in an efficient manner. I got to plan my own day, unless there was something the boss needed right away. But, usually, I would be given the assignment to prepare a set of construction plans for road and bridge and that’s what I would do. It would take weeks, maybe months, depending how involved the project was. I really, really liked my set up.
Imagine having a job where you would see your boss maybe once or twice a year. We communicated by fax, phone, and email. We hardly ever had to see each other, plus, we were at different ends of town.
As you might be able to guess, I really loved my job. The bummer is that two years ago, I started forgetting how to do it. I used a bunch of fancy-dancy civil engineering software for the calculations, and I could not remember how to do stuff. It took a bunch of months of embarrassment and frustration to find out that my brain was not getting enough oxygen to think properly. By the time my lungs got bad enough to show the symptoms, it was too late. I had lost my job.
What a messed up way to end a long and successful career…..
I’ve been out of work since. My lungs ended up getting worse and worse until we found out that my house had mold in it. There had been a leak in the bathroom, and gradually, without our knowing it, mold had built up under the fixtures, and was seeping in under the carpets to the adjacent rooms.
Guess what the adjacent rooms were: my bedroom where I spent a third of the time, and my office where I spent a third of the time. My hubby was not affected since he did not have the exposure I had. My hubby has since torn out the carpeting and cleaned out the mold. We have lovely industrial concrete floors now, right down to the concrete slab. That’s all there was under the carpeting. We can’t afford new floors, but we are used to this, now. Just right for Better Homes and Gardens magazine….
So, my lungs are gradually getting better, but I can’t get around much at all, and my thinking has gone all to heck. I forget what I’m saying in the middle of a sentence. It’s really frustrating. I have an oxygen hose up my nose all day, but I suppose that brain damage was done when I was oxygen deprived.
So, anyway, I was thinking the other day how I used to be a productive member of society, and was getting homesick for my great job that I lost….
I found out today that I kept a souvenir screen shot from this job. That picture below is the plan and profile page of a set of construction plans. The top half is the bird’s eye view (plan) and the bottom part is the side view (profile). This type of sheet was in all the sets of plans, but each one was unique. There were a zillion other sheets in each set of plans, but this sheet was the most fun for me. I remember it was fun even though I don’t remember how to do it.
Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most…..