The last couple of days I’ve been thinking about my old boss from the years at BingoLotto. Ever since he became my boss back in 2000 he has always been a person I can toss ideas with, get meaningful insights and sometimes-hurtful truths from. I think he’s one of the people who actually know me best. He’s seen my most of my ups and downs. Supported me through a late 20’s early 30’s midlife crisis. Cheered me on losing weight. Seen me go through the whole journey of being redundant and losing a job you love. Encouraged me to go from strength to strength in new job, which in the end got me so burned that I left without having another job. Being one of my references for my current job he was very bold and frank telling them "Yes, Cathy is very good, but she can also be very stubborn, headstrong and has a bad temper". That’s the way he is, and I don’t expect anything else from him.
With a week like this I’ve been thinking that I need to call him. I need to hear his deep voice and feel his reassurance that I haven’t taken on too much this time. That I will make it. With a lot of patience, one day at a time.
Doing some ironing earlier I was once again thinking that I really needed to call him. Faith or not, 10 minutes later the phone rang and it was him! I got so surprised, but very happy. Sadly enough we couldn’t talk long since a real bad thunderstorm moved in and neither of us felt comfortable being on the phone with thunder and lightning coming at the same time. But we promised to get in touch next week for a longer talk. Hanging up I felt very grateful and blessed for having him as a friend and mentor. He’s just a very special person.
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