Work is a funny place.
Before April 10, 2012, I was looking forward to not having to come into the office for awhile. I've been kind of burnt out, working like a dog since basically around October of last year. I needed a change and wanted a change, even though I wasn't very thrilled about going off to trial. Then, a month goes by at trial, and low and behold, I couldn't wait to come back to the office.
I bounced out of bed this morning at 6 a.m. For work! My little office is just how I left it! If I could hug my desk, chair, and phone, I would've done so.
Everyone was giving me hugs; you'd think I'd been gone...a month. I stopped to think about it for a minute. I've worked here for over eight years, spending 8+ hours a day here five or more days a week. There isn't a lot of turnover at my firm, even for staff, so the majority of the people who work here I've known that long. It's a lot of time to spend with people. They feel like family. How's this, how's that...my second family.
And I missed them! Just like I miss the team of 9 of us that were out at trial and spent -- honestly -- every waking second together for over three weeks. It still feels strange to me to not be seeing my co-workers from the trial every second of the day. You get close to people when you work in close quarters like that.
Jury's still out...this bodes well for us.