Way with words

I'm a journalist, a writer and a shower singer. I take pictures, but I don't fancy myself a photographer.

I read the New York Times and wish I could write like that.

I love receiving surprise gifts.

I'm married.

I have an undiagnosed chronic illness.

I wear high heels.

I eat peanut butter straight out of the jar.

I am more than the sum of my parts.
Mon Oct 20

one end

Done with  TFP.

Some of the goodbyes were awkward. For example CityRep gave a prolonged goodbye last night that ran the course of the evening. It was a relief when he finally left. Same with some of the people from advertising, people I didn’t really talk to.

Some of the goodbyes were was I expected, as with PhotoEd, Editor and ContentEditor. PhotoEd and Editor said some really nice things. ContentEditor just repeated the refrain of “don’t go.”

Still not enough.

Still, some of the goodbyes were sweet and unexpected. Photo1 threw me a work pizza party, which was lovely, and got a card together with signatures from everyone in the newsroom. Copy1 brought me a cupcake (strawberry with cream cheese icing!), bright gerbera daisies, a card and a peach Snapple. EducationRep said some really nice things to me, which was surprising, since he’s so quiet.  He said I’d brought stability to an unstable business and an unstable workplace. Thanks, EdRep. 

I’m definitely going to miss a lot of people at TFP. There’s no doubt about that.  But I’ve missed my husband over the course of the past year. I’ve missed having friends and doing something, anything on the weekend. I’ve missed not being exhausted all the time.

So, thanks TFP. 

But after today, I’m not looking back.