Humor me and go back and read this post from last February. Remember that? It still cracks me up to read it, but I got myself into such a mess at work that I almost don't dare to bring it up again. A few coworkers who'd never previously had any interest in what I write here suddenly came out of the woodwork convinced that I was accusing them of being the source of my ire. I suppose there's some lesson for me in that, but mostly I think I learned a great deal about the character of particular people and how little interest I had in working with them any longer.
I'm thinking about this now because it occured to me today how happy I am to be working with a new group of people and in a new position. I took quite a leap into the darkness with this job and it's worked out okay and I'm finally feeling sure that I made the right choice. The job itself is far less glamorous than my old position (that's a laugh) but I'm seeing the benefit of surrounding myself with good, smart, professional, self-assured people. I'm also enjoying that none of them are too very interested in me or my life outside of the office - it's nice to be anonymous! Also wonderful is that we're all too busy for gossip or that chattiness that makes me nutty about women who work together. Oh and my new boss (who retired just last week) visited today and brought each one of us (20+ social workers and our small army of secretaries) a bouquet of roses as a thank you for sending her off into retirement in such a nice way.