It’s great being back at work. I’m well aware of how much I have to be grateful for this year as we roll into my first working holiday. A year ago, I was just about of unemployment funds and still couldn’t get my first break into public safety. I’d just passed my first interview with a police agency, but was number two on the list, so I didn’t think anything would come of it.
Now, a year later, I got that job, only to lose it to COVID-19 finances, but it led me directly to my current agency. I’m finishing my sixth month at work, released as a call receiver, and getting some experience under my belt. I work with an incredible group of professionals, all of whom have taught me a lot. I stand at my desk for ten hours a shift, grinning most of the time, because I’m doing something I feel is important and trying my hardest to make a difference.
I’m very fortunate. 2020 as a whole was a total shitstorm, but this job was the highlight of the year.
I’m excited to see what the holiday will bring. Our food drive ended yesterday. I don’t know what the total was, but I hope it helps. Our planned potluck is sort of modified. Everything has to be invidually-portion servings, which sort of kills my plan for bringing in cottage pie (I don’t have sixty-plus disposable containers for it). I think I’m bringing chocolates and a box full of single-serving potato chips and flaming hot Cheetos. When I get home, it will be my Friday night. I get to stay home with my beloved wife for the next three days.
I pray most people do the same.
Don’t get together with your family and friends. COVID-19 isn’t worth it.
Don’t drink and drive.
Don’t get angry or hurt each other.
Do be grateful that we’re almost through the year and we’re together with the people who love us.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. Don’t call me at work.