I don’t mean to state the obvious but today is Friday. And while Fridays are a day to look forward most of the time, on this particular Friday, I am elated. Because today is my last day of work for a week.
ONE ENTIRE WEEK!
What this means is: I survived. I managed to work two positions, maintain our volunteer program, jump in and coordinate back to back fundraisers, and hire my replacement without anyone losing their life and most of all, without me losing my shit. Okay maybe I lost it a little. But a little is better than ending up in the psych ward. Perspective, people.
So now comes training my replacement. After four days of it I can tell you that passing on two years of knowledge is downright exhausting. All that talking and demonstrating! Who knew I had so much information? The new hire was already an employee with our organization so she’s being handed the same problem of wearing multiple hats and being asked to do two jobs “for the time being.” Now it feels like we’re a juggling duo both tossing balls to one another, trying not to drop them, while we figure out who is doing what in the interim.
There’s a part of me that is really going to miss my old position. I was good at it. I built a lot of structure and systems out of nothing. I trained and placed hundreds of volunteers. I built relationships with the community and perfected my pitch speech. It’s hard to think that I gave all that up for a chance to plan fundraising events in a wretched economy. I gave up stability for risk. It was the right thing to do for me but that doesn’t stop me from feeling a wee bit sad to let the old job go. I am hoping that after a week off from work I can return rejuvinated and inspired. I will FINALLY be able to focus more on my new role and really dive in. There is possibility and promise there; I just need to open my eyes to it.
But first I’m going to rest. I’m going to do whatever I damn well please- watch hours on end of the Food Network while laying on my couch in my pajamas or spend all day on line reading blogs or hang out in a cafe drinking tea and reading a book or being crafty or baking muffins from scratch or sitting and staring at a wall. Who knows what kind of shenanigans I will get into? Got any recommendations?