Ever wonder what it would be like to go back to your former job?
Would things be the same?
Did you make an impact?
Before the Little Man, I was a 4th grade teacher for 3 years in the Richardson area. The summer going into my fourth year of teaching, Aspiring Kennedy offered me a temporary part-time job at Bell’Invito (an up-and-coming stationery studio) as a way to make some extra money and help them with a large job order. It only took a month (and an open position) for me to realize that this is where I belonged. On a chance I’d be hired permanently, I quit my teaching job and became the temporary studio manager. That October, I was hired on full-time and worked there almost 2 years before Mark came into the world. It took some serious internal conflicts, but once Mark was born I retired my position at Bell’Invito and became a stay at home mom.
To this day, I’ll tell you two things about this job. 1) It helped me discover who I wanted to be as a working woman, and 2) Although it had it’s moments, overall, it was the most rewarding job I’ve ever had.
So, when Heather mentioned they had some work they needed help with I immediately jumped on the opportunity to head back to my old stomping grounds.
Driving down that old familiar road to my work, I got a little nervous.
What would it be like?
Would anyone talk to me
am I now the part-timer no one speaks to?
Seeing the front door for the first time in months brought back a strange sense of nostalgia.
It was so normal for me to walk through that door, but there I was, a stranger again going through my second first day of work at the same company.
Walking around my first day, I saw there were pieces of “me” throughout the office.
My signature was still on some of the job folders.
Some of my instructions had been copied and pasted on the walls.
While I was there I’d even been asked questions as if no time had passed at all.
“Do you know where the Crane’s mock-up paper is?”
“What weight of paper is this?”
And as I began to work on the day’s task, it brought back a flood of memories.
A Wedding Book to some would be a chore, but for me it was a walk down memory lane.
With each cut, I couldn’t help but think about where my life was a year before.
It wasn’t long ago, that I was sitting in the Plaza Hotel with Heather and Aspiring Kennedy the night before the National Stationery Show putting these wedding books together to put on display for the first time.
I remembered how each piece came together, and the work it took to make those.
I couldn’t help put feel proud.
And when my job ended last week, I left in a good place again.
I know things won’t ever be the same, but it’s nice to know that I made a difference, and I’ll always have a place to go back to.