Sometimes it’s hard to believe I got so lucky when I snagged this job nearly eight years ago. Actually, he snagged me, as I was reluctant, to say the least.
After working 30 years at the local newspaper, I wasn’t sure I could, or would, do anything else. The fast-paced, stress-driven deadline workdays seemed to be a perfect match for my personality, and I had never looked for another job.
When he suggested I quit the job I loved and go to work for the man I loved, I thought it sounded ridiculous. How could we work together all day and maintain the relationship? Besides the fact I didn’t know the first thing about his business and really felt too old to learn anything new. Something eventually clicked, maybe because I was turning 50 that year, or, I had witnessed the number of employees at the paper slowly dwindling, I decided to make the move.
I never thought it’d be possible to love another job as much as the one I devoted 30 years toward, but after fighting the learning curve for several years, it suits me quite well. Not only do I love helping him maintain and build a successful business, but some days I even get paid to play with the grandkids. I never have to call in and try to convince the boss I’m sick or worry about taking vacation days. He doesn’t care how, or when I do my work, just as long as it’s done.
My main concern throughout the transition was the impact it could have on our relationship, trying to balance home life while having him as my boss. The mutual respect we had and still have for each other paved the way through this major life change. He respects the fact I trusted him enough to jump into something I knew nothing about. I respect him for trusting me enough to take over the reins on a company he built from the ground up.
I do miss having co-workers and often think of the folks I worked with for so many years. We laughed together and cried together and spent a lot of quality time gossiping about each other. That’s just life at the office and luckily I do still get to see a few of them every once in a while.
It’s different being alone for the majority of the day, and it took some mental adjustments to motivate myself into being disciplined to stay at my desk and not wander off to work on a project outside or start a good book. I’m the only one to blame if things aren’t done on time, or a phone call is missed, and sometimes it’s a hard pill to swallow not being able to share the “mistakes” with someone else.
Thank goodness he could see the big picture when I could only focus on the here and now. It’s a dream job, with a very dreamy boss, and truly is a labor of love.
Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.