Monday night concluded Week One of this new chapter in rural Virginia.

Farmer’s field up the road from us.  The teeny darker specs are new calf.

We hear cows lowing through the woods, when sitting on the front porch.  And coyote through the back woods, when on the back deck.  The coyote are not lowing…they’re doing something that sounds like a werewolf movie; just as cool as the cows but eerie weird to hear.  I am waiting for my dog to join the chorus when she is out in the yard (and am thankful she has not).
New Job is going well.  Coworkers are bright and friendly, nice folks who are practiced and informed.  Most significantly:  they enjoy being there.  That says so much; it makes being at New Job more pleasurable because there are no sour notes of complaint or backhanded undermining.  My training for phase I is coming to a close this morning when I get to jump in and interact directly with the public.  (Yes, I’m nervous but excited.  Are not these the moments we live for?)

An epiphany about work:

The last place I was employed, nearly everyone’s self-esteem was in bed with unhealthy office nonsense.  Not a single person was genuinely happy to be there.  A punitive environment of false competition where everyone was vying for individual approval from the boss (while criticizing her leadership behind her back) rather than working toward the collective accolade and goals (which was spoken of but not truly nurtured).  “Toxic” describes it adequately.  The biggest irony being that the incredible talent there is poorly managed by an insecure, divisive office manager who shirks her own work and blames others for her mishaps and other problems in the office.  More than once she was caught telling bald-faced lies about teammates.  It’s in the past, I’m moving on.  How refreshing to be in an organization with clear priorities, goals and pathways to get there.

New Job leads by healthy example.  I am being trained (by mentors) to do my job confidently and have forward momentum, encouraging me to learn more and grow; to become a valuable asset to my team and employer.  On the first day and a week later, I feel proud to be there.


Driving down here is fun.  No bus, no subway, not too many oversized SUVs.  Instead, we have these:  farm vehicles loaded with massive hay cylinders.  I haven’t learned their official term, yet.

Hay there! Commuting with aggies.

Wide, often slow moving and, as you can see, mostly in their lane… .

My morning commute is still 45 minutes.  However, the 45 minute drive on Lawn Guyland was to go 13 miles.  Here, I’m going 20+ miles in the same amount of time.

So, after one week, I say:  I am alive, incredibly happy; New Job is a fantastic blessing and Life is Good.

Those of you wondering if I’m dead (because I have not replied to your call/text/vm/note/email) can please make arrangements to ring my cell or communicate electronically during the following times:

1) Any time I am standing at the kitchen sink here in the house.  (Phone must be propped on windowsill above sink exactly 7.028 inches from the right edge.)  Perfect signal, requires speakerphone.


2)  Any time I am standing with my back against the Sour Cream and “other” packaged dairy products refrigerator at our local Super WalMart. (No speakerphone required.) Perfect reception.

Anything other than those options and we’re not talking.

Write often.

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