That place was very very good to me. I started there, just 10 years sober, 3 weeks before my divorce. I had a 17 year old son in the Army and twin 15 year old daughters. On my first day, I was supposed to be in court with my alcoholic daughter. I did not show up. I never missed any work to participate in her drama. Only one time did I leave work early after she called me desperately asking for my help. This was never part of her game, so I responded and found her at the parents of one of her friends - she was covered in the sores that tweakers get and absolutely out of her mind. She had been in California and came home with the numbers "5150" tattooed across her abdomen. And I mean ACROSS her abdomen.
I can't catalog all of the things that happened to me in my career there. But I know I arrived there on a September morning in 1994, more grateful than words can say for a job as an Administrative Assistant. I was 42 years old. I started school at 43, and had my master's degree at 50. I got many promotions for my first seven years, and then have been in the same job for the last ten.
So, now I will go somewhere where no one ever saw me as an Administrative Assistant. They only know that I come to them with an extremely good pedigree for the job. And I can remind myself that I was hand-picked for this job. This is so far from where I came from, it is unbelievable.
I was copied on an e-mail today from my new boss. It was introducing me to the divisions I will be working with. It was so nice and gave me such a warm feeling of welcome.
So, I am absolutely exhausted. I need to get to bed so that I can get a good night's sleep before my first day on the new job.
I got to talk with a friend several times over the last 24 hours - she has an alcoholic friend who seems to be drinking herself to death. I encouraged her to call the police to do a wellness check when the friend stopped responding to phone calls and texts. The police said she was just sitting at home, drunk. But that she did not appear to be a danger to self or gravely disabled - so they could not force her into treatment. My friend has no experience with alcoholics, so she has been talking to me. I am always astounded at how very self-centered we are when we are in the disease. I feel bad for my friend. It is so difficult to go through this crap.
So, I will lay my head on my pillow tonight and thank God from the bottom of my heart.
- I am sober
- I am alive and healthy
- I have a brand new start tomorrow.
This is so good!