A great weekend...

I drove home tonight with tears in my eyes. And for the first time in 3 months, the tears weren't of frustration or uncertainty or sadness. The last few days have reminded me of all the reasons I love my current job, of all the reasons this job has felt right many times over the past 2 years.

It was the 2nd reunion weekend at HC...the "old man" reunion--the Classes of 1931 through 1956, the Classes of 1957, 1962, 1967, 1972 and 1977 were on campus. Only the Class of 1977 has female graduates, so it really is the old boys' club this weekend. They are delightful. The love and loyalty they have for the school I call home is remarkable. They love to tell "young folks" like me stories of their own days on the Hill and are eager to hear about my experiences.

Plus, I spent Thursday working on a seating chart with my boss (I LOVE the spatial relations and puzzle working of it all), we reworked it on Friday, then started from scratch today. 850 people in 824 seats...had to call and beg dining services to add 3 12-foot tables to the room. I've felt weirdly out of synch with my amazing and wonderful bosslady for the last 2 months...it was fun to have things feel normal again. I ate dinner with my closest work buddy and her husband, then we all headed to the pub. We were celebrating the dir. of alumni relations' retirement after 39 years. He's an incredible guy and we sat in the pub, singing along with the live Irish band, watching his granddaughter Irish step dance, begging Pat (the man of the evening) to sing and play the guitar, which he finally did. At the end of the night, it felt like Hootenanny in the Big Yellow or at kj/jb's. The band was breaking down, loaned a guitar to Pat and we sat around singing for half an hour more.

So, after spending the last few months thinking, "Why?? What is it I loved about this job again??" I've just been served a great reminder.

Plus, I had dinner with our Matt. What could be better? (Oh, Matt, tell Rachel that I met Ed--from her office at Brown--tonight. Neither of us could remember R's last name though--but he knew "my friend Matt's wife Rachel"--silly me!)